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 runnin' off to goodbye

She out and takes my hand
Squeezes it says, How you Hon?
And I look at smilin' lips
That my heart and see my morning sun

And if that's not me
Then all got to say

God didn't make little green
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the
There's no such thing as Suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no rhyme

God didn't make little apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when is feelin' low
I think about her aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I her up at home
Knowin' busy
And ask if get away
And meet me and may be grab a to eat

And she drops what she's
And hurries down to meet me and I'm always
But she sits waiting
And smiles when she first sees me she's made that way

And if that lovin' me
all I've got to say

God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Suess
Disneyland and Goose is no nursery rhyme

God make little green apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And myself is feelin' low
I think about her aglow and ease my mind