Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

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

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

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

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