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 breakfast
While the kids are off to school goodbye

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

And if not lovin' me
Then all got to say

God didn't make green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor
Disneyland and Mother is no nursery rhyme

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

I call her up at home
Knowin' she's
And ask if get away
And meet me and may be a bite to eat

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

And if ain't lovin' me
Then all got to say

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

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