Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

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

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

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

I my father
My brother of
I my mother
I spoke of her and I remember 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 over the
But anyway, one time
Must have thrown a football 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, many later
I brought the who was to become my
wife - God bless her
To meet my father for the time
They pleasantries
I the room for a moment
It was the time he had met her you understand
When I back
He was her the story
off the bat
About how I had walked fourteen
Cried and left the
Next time he met her told her the
story!

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