Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

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

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

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

God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis