Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyway, many later
I the woman who was to become my
wife - God bless her
To meet my father for the first
They pleasantries
I the room 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 walked kids
Cried and left the
time he met her told her the same
story!

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