Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I women
Have all my
I love my dear
And I love my wife - God her
I even love my daughter
no accounting for it
Apparently I don't how I'm treated
My is unconditional or something

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

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

I remember my
My brother of
I my mother
I spoke of her earlier and I that
I remember the of cut grass
And going off to play in the morning
story about that

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

Walked off the
Handed the ball to the third
And left the field

Anyway, years later
I the woman who was to become my
second wife - God her
To my father for the first 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 walked fourteen
Cried and the mound
Next time he met her told her the
story!

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