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
the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
And she reaches out 'n' 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
Then all got to say
God make little green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't little green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is 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 away and me
And maybe we could a bite 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 when she first me
'cause she's that way

And if that ain't me
all I've got to say
God didn't make green apples
And it don't in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB

God make little green apples
And it don't rain in