Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my hair in my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast
the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye

And she reaches out and my hand and squeezes it
Says, "How you feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
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 Indianapolis in the
There's no such thing as Doctor
and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

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

Sometimes I call her up at home she's busy
And ask her if she could get and meet 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' and smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made way

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

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

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

She keeps on you