Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my 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 it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
That warm my and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not me
Then all got to say
God didn't make green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the
And my self is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow and 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 could grab a 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
all I've got to say
God didn't make little green
And it don't snow in Minneapolis the winter comes
And no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB

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