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

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

And if that's not me
all I've got to say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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