Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

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

been hurt a time or two
I ain't lie
I my doubts sometimes
About the ethics of the fairer sex
Fair what?
But I find time by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

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

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

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

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

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

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