Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

And if that's not me
all I've got to say
God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery
God didn't make green 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 home knowin' busy
And ask her if she get away and meet me
And we could grab a bite to eat
And she what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm late
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles she first sees me
she's made that way

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

God didn't little green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis