Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair in my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
While the kids are 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 my heart and see my morning sun

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

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

Sometimes I call her up at knowin' 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 down to meet me and I'm 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 didn't make little apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter
There's no such think as believe
The puppy dogs and leaves and the BB guns

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

She on loving you