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 goin' off to school,

And she out and takes my hand and squeezes it
Says, "How you feelin', hon?"
And I look across at smilin'
warm my heart and see my morning sun

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

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

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

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' busy
And ask her if she could get and meet me
And grab a to eat

And she what she's doing
And hurries down to meet me and I'm always
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles she first sees me
she's made that way

And if that's not lovin' me then all got to say

God didn't make little apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis the winter comes
There's no think as make believe
The puppy and autumn leaves and the BB guns

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

She on loving you