Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

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

I've been hurt a or two
I gonna lie
I my doubts sometimes
the ethics of the so-called fairer sex
Fair what?
But I find time by
And one as one forgets
And one does

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

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

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

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

Anyway, many years
I brought the 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 time he had met her you understand
When I came
He was her the story
off the bat
About how I had walked kids
Cried and the mound
Next time he met her told her the
story!

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