Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
all my life
I love my dear
And I love my - God bless her
I even love my teenage
no accounting for it
Apparently I don't how I'm treated
My love is or something

I've been a time or two
I gonna lie
I have my sometimes
About the ethics of the so-called sex
about what?
But I find goes by
And one as one forgets
And one does

God the potholes
Down on lane
God bless the
on memory lane
Everything happens to me now
Is consigned to by my brain

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

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

Walked off the
Handed the ball to the third
And just left the

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

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