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 stumble to the table
While the kids are goin' off to school
And she reaches out 'n' my hand
And it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
That warm my and see my mornin' sun

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

Sometimes I call her up at home she's busy
And ask her if she get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a 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 smiles she first sees me
'cause made that way

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

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