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 breakfast
While the are goin' 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
no such thing as Doctor Suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no rhyme

God didn't make green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And myself is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow to ease my

Sometimes I call her up at home she's busy
And ask her if she get away and meet me
And grab a 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 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 when the comes
There's no such think as believe
The dogs and autumn leaves and the BB guns

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

She keeps on you