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
While the kids are off to school goodbye

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

And if not lovin' me
all I've got to say

God didn't little green apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
no such thing as Doctor Suess
Disneyland and Mother is no nursery rhyme

God didn't make green apples
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 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 always
But she sits patiently
And smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's that way

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

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

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