Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I women
Have all my
I love my dear
And I love my - God bless her
I even love my daughter
no accounting for it
Apparently I care how I'm treated
My is unconditional or something

I've hurt a time or two
I ain't lie
I have my doubts
About the ethics of the fairer sex
Fair about
But I find time by
And one forgives as one
And one forget

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

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

Now I used to
I could get the 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
the ball to the third baseman
And just left the

Anyway, years later
I brought the who was to become my
wife - God bless 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 back
He was telling her the
off the bat
About how I had walked fourteen
Cried and left the
Next time he met her told her the
story!

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