Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

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

And if that's not lovin' me all I've got to say
God didn't make green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery

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

Sometimes I call her up at knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she could get and meet me
And maybe we could grab a to eat
And she drops what doin'
And she hurries down to me

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

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

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