Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

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

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's
And ask her if she could get and meet me
And maybe we could grab a to eat
And she what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm late
But she sits waitin' patiently and when she first sees me
'cause she's made way

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

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