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 across at smilin'
warm my heart and see my morning sun

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

God make little green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such as Doctor Suess
and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is 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 what she's doing
And hurries down to me and I'm always late
But she sits patiently and smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's that way

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

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

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

She keeps on you