Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my 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' takes my
And it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I across at smilin' lips
That my heart 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 in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme
God didn't little green apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And when my self is low
I think about her face and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she could get and meet me
And maybe we could a bite to eat
And she what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm always
But she sits waitin' and smiles when she first sees me
'cause made that way

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

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