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 to the breakfast 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 that's not me then all I've got to say

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

God didn't make little apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And when myself is low
I think 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 what doing
And hurries to meet me and I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles 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 don't in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such think as make
The puppy dogs and autumn 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 think about her face aglow and ease my

She keeps on you