Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

And if that's not me
all I've got to say
God didn't make little green
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme
God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my 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 could get and meet me
And we could grab a bite to eat
And she what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm late
But she sits patiently and smiles when she first sees me
she's made that way

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

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