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 to the breakfast table
While the kids are off to school goodbye
And she out 'n' takes my hand
And squeezes it 'n' "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
That my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not me
all I've got to say
God make little green 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 didn't make little green
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my is feelin' low
I think her face aglow 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 maybe we grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm always
But she sits patiently and smiles when she first sees me
'cause made that way

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

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