Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
all my life
I my dear mother
And I love my - God bless her
I love my teenage daughter
no accounting for it
Apparently I don't care how I'm
My love is or something

been hurt a time or two
I gonna lie
I my doubts sometimes
About the ethics of the so-called sex
about what?
But I find time by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

God bless the
on memory lane
God bless the
Down on lane
Everything happens 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 of cut grass
And going off to play in the morning
Funny story that

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

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

Anyway, years later
I brought the who was to become my
second wife - God her
To my father for the first time
They pleasantries
I left the room for a
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 kids
Cried and the mound
Next time he met her her the same
story!

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