Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
Have all my
I my dear mother
And I love my wife - God her
I love my teenage daughter
There's no for it
Apparently I don't care how I'm
My love is or something

I've hurt a time or two
I ain't lie
I have my sometimes
About the ethics of the fairer sex
about what?
But I find goes by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

God the potholes
on memory lane
God the potholes
on memory lane
Everything that to me now
Is consigned to by my brain

I my father
My brother of
I my mother
I spoke of her earlier and I remember
I remember the smell of cut
And going off to play in the morning
Funny about that

Now I used to
I get the ball over the plate
But anyway, one time
Must have thrown a football around or
the day
I walked about fourteen in a row

Walked off the
Handed the to the third baseman
And left the field

Anyway, many years
I brought the who was to become my
second wife - God her
To my father for the first time
They pleasantries
I left the room for a
It was the first he had met her you understand
When I came
He was telling her the
off the bat
About how I had walked kids
Cried and left the
time he met her told her the same
story!

God the potholes
Down on memory
God bless the
Down on lane
I hope real big ones open up
And take some of the memories do remain