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 to the breakfast table
While the are goin' off to school, goodbye

And she reaches out 'n' takes my
And it 'n' says, "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I across at smilin' lips
That warm my and see my mornin' 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 no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery

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

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

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

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

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