Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

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

I've been a time or two
I ain't lie
I my doubts sometimes
About the of the so-called fairer sex
Fair what?
But I find goes by
And one forgives as one
And one does

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

I remember my
My of course
I remember my
I of her earlier and I remember that
I remember the smell of cut
And off to play ball in the morning
Funny story about

Now I to pitch
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 to the third baseman
And just left the

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

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