Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my hair down on my and she says, "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
the kids are goin' 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'
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 little green
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery

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

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 she's doin'
And she down to meet me

And I'm always but she sits waitin' patiently
And when she first sees me
she's made that 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 when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as
Puppy dogs, autumn 'n' BB guns

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