Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my hair down in my and she says, "Hi"
And I stumble to the 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 me then all I've got to say

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

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

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

And she drops what she's
And hurries down to meet me and I'm late
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she sees me
'Cause made that way

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

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

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

She keeps on you