Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
all my life
I love my 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

been hurt a time or two
I gonna lie
I have my doubts
About the ethics of the so-called sex
Fair about
But I find goes by
And one forgives as one
And one forget

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

I my father
My brother of
I remember my
I spoke of her earlier and I remember
I remember the 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
Must have thrown a football or something
the day
I walked fourteen kids in a row

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

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

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