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 stumble to the 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
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 green
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 make little green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow and my mind

I call her up at home knowin' 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 doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm late
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first me
'cause she's made way

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

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