Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my hair down in my and she says, 'Hi
And I stumble to the breakfast
the kids are runnin' off to school goodbye

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

And if not 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 Mother Goose is no rhyme

God didn't make little green
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
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 get away
And me and may be grab a bite to eat

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

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

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

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