Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair down on my and she says, "Hi"
And I stumble to the table
While the kids are 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 lovin' me 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 thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme

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

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

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

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

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