Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
all my life
I love my mother
And I my wife - God bless her
I love my teenage daughter
There's no for it
I don't care how I'm treated
My is unconditional or something

I've hurt a time or two
I ain't lie
I my doubts sometimes
the ethics of the so-called fairer sex
Fair what?
But I find goes by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

God the potholes
on memory lane
God bless the
on memory lane
Everything that to me now
Is to oblivion by my brain

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

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

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

Anyway, many later
I brought the who was to become my
wife - God bless her
To my father for the first time
exchanged pleasantries
I left the room for a
It was the first he had met her you understand
I came back
He was her the story
off the bat
About how I had fourteen kids
and left the mound
Next time he met her her the same
story!

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