Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my hair down in my eyes and she "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast
While the are goin' off to school goodbye
And she reaches out 'n' takes my
And it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not me
Then all got to say
God didn't make green apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery
God didn't make little apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the
And my self is feelin' low
I think about her face and ease my mind

Sometimes I her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she get away and meet me
And we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm late
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first me
she's made that way

And if that lovin' me
all I've got to say
God didn't little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the comes
And there's no thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn 'n' BB guns

God didn't make green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis