Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

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

And she reaches out 'n' 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 lovin' me 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 Doctor
Or Disneyland, and Goose, no nursery rhyme

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

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

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

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