Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I women
all my life
I my dear mother
And I love my wife - God her
I love 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
the ethics of the so-called fairer sex
Fair about
But I find time by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

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

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

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

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

Anyway, many later
I brought the woman who was to my
second - God bless her
To meet my father for the time
They pleasantries
I left the for a moment
It was the first he had met her you understand
When I back
He was her the story
off the bat
About how I had walked fourteen
Cried and the mound
time he met her told her the same
story!

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