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 breakfast
the kids 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
warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

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

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

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

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