Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my hair down in my eyes and she "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast
While the are goin' off to school goodbye
And she out 'n' takes my hand
And squeezes it 'n' "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at smilin'
warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

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

I call 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 doin' and she hurries down to me
And I'm always
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles she first sees me
'cause she's that way

And if ain't lovin' me
Then all got to say
God didn't make little 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 little apples
And it rain in Indianapolis