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 to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school,

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

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

God didn't little green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such 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 is feelin' low
I about her face aglow to ease my mind

I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she could get away and me
And a bite to eat

And she drops she's doing
And hurries to meet me and I'm always late
But she waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made way

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

God didn't make little green
And it snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such as make believe
The dogs and autumn leaves and the BB guns

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

She on loving you