Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
my hair down in my eyes and she says, 'Hi
And I stumble to the table
While the kids are runnin' off to school

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

And if that's not me
Then all got to say

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

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

Sometimes I her up at home
Knowin' busy
And ask if get away
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 waiting
And smiles when she sees me 'cause she's made that way

And if ain't lovin' me
all I've 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 Goose is no rhyme

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