Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my and she says "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
While the kids are 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
That warm my heart and see my sun

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

Sometimes I her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she could get away and me
And maybe we could a bite to eat
And she drops 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 she's that way

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

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