Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair on my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I stumble to the 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 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 rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery

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

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

And I'm late but she sits waitin' patiently
And smiles when she sees me
'Cause 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 when the winter
And there's no thing as make-believe
dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns

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