Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

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

And if not lovin' me then all I've got to say
God make little green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme

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

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

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

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

God didn't make little green
And it don't in Indianapolis