Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

And she reaches out 'n' my hand
And it 'n' says, "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
That warm my and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not lovin' me then all got to say
God didn't make green apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And there's no such as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme

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

Sometimes I call her up at home she's busy
And ask her if she could get away and me
And we could grab a bite to eat
And she what she's doin'
And she down to meet me

And I'm always late but she sits patiently
And smiles when she first me
'Cause she's made way

And if ain't lovin' me then all I've got to say
God didn't little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the comes
And there's no thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, leaves 'n' BB guns

God didn't make little apples
And it don't rain in