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 gonna lie
I my doubts sometimes
About the of the so-called fairer sex
Fair what?
But I find time by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

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

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

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

Walked off the
Handed the ball to the baseman
And just the field

Anyway, many later
I the woman who was to become my
second wife - God her
To meet my father for the time
They exchanged
I left the room for a
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 fourteen kids
Cried and the mound
time he met her told her the same
story!

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