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 stumble to the table
the kids are runnin' off to school goodbye

She reaches out and my hand
Squeezes it says, How you Hon?
And I look across at 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 apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor
Disneyland and Goose is no nursery rhyme

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

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

And she drops she's doin'
And hurries to meet me and I'm always late
But she waiting patiently
And smiles when she first sees me 'cause made that way

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

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

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