Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
all my life
I my dear mother
And I love my wife - God her
I even my teenage daughter
no accounting 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 doubts
About the ethics of the so-called sex
about what?
But I find time by
And one forgives as one
And one does

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

I remember my
My of course
I my mother
I spoke of her earlier and I remember
I remember the of cut grass
And going off to play ball in the
Funny story that

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

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

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

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