Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

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

I've been hurt a or two
I gonna lie
I have my sometimes
About the ethics of the fairer sex
Fair about
But I time goes by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

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

I my father
My of course
I remember my
I spoke of her earlier and I that
I remember the of cut grass
And off to play ball in the morning
Funny about that

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

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

Anyway, many later
I the woman who was to become my
second wife - God her
To meet my father for the first
They exchanged
I left the 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 fourteen kids
Cried and left the
Next he met her told her the same
story!

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