Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

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

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

God didn't make little apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no thing as Doctor Suess
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 to ease my mind

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

And she drops what she's
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 me then all I've got to say

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

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

She on loving you