Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She on loving you