Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and she "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to goodbye
And she reaches out 'n' takes my
And squeezes it 'n' "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 didn't make green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no thing 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 when my self is low
I about her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she get away and meet me
And we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm late
But she sits waitin' patiently and when she first sees me
'cause she's that way

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

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