Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

And if not lovin' me
Then all got to say
God didn't make little green
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And there's no thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme
God didn't little green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is low
I think about her face 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 could a bite to eat
And she what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm late
But she waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
she's made that way

And if ain't lovin' me
all I've got to say
God didn't make little green
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter
And no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn 'n' BB guns

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