Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

And if that's not me
Then all got to say
God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And no such thing as Doctor 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 aglow and ease my

Sometimes I call her up at 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 hurries to meet me
And I'm always
But she sits patiently and smiles when she first sees me
'cause she's made way

And if that ain't me
all I've got to say
God didn't little green apples
And it snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as
Puppy dogs, leaves 'n' BB guns

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