Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

And she out 'n' takes my hand
And it 'n' says, "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look at smilin' lips
That warm my heart and see my 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 in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme

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

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

And I'm always late but she sits patiently
And smiles she first sees me
she's made that 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 the winter comes
And there's no such as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn 'n' BB guns

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