Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

And if not lovin' me
Then all got to say
God didn't little green apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And there's no thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme
God didn't make little green
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the
And when my is feelin' 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 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 patiently and smiles when she first sees me
'cause made that way

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

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