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

And if that's not me
all I've got to say
God make little green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme
God didn't make little green
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is low
I think about her face 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 maybe we grab 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 she first sees me
'cause she's made way

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

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