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 goodbye
And she out 'n' takes my hand
And it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at smilin'
That warm my heart and see my sun

And if that's not 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 thing as Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery
God didn't make green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is low
I about her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home 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 always
But she sits waitin' patiently and when she first sees me
she's made that way

And if ain't lovin' me
Then all got to say
God didn't little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis 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 in Indianapolis