Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my down on my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
While the 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 little green
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme

God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is low
I think about her 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 maybe we could grab a to eat
And she drops she's doin'
And she hurries down to me

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

And if that 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 such thing as
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB

God make little green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis