Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school
And she out 'n' takes my hand
And squeezes it 'n' "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
That my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not me
all I've got to say
God didn't make green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery
God didn't make green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow and ease my

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

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

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