Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my down on my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I stumble to the table
While the kids are goin' off to school,

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

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

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' busy
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 when she first sees me
'Cause she's made way

And if that ain't lovin' me all I've got to say
God didn't make little 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 green
And it don't rain in