Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
Have all my
I love my mother
And I love my - God bless her
I love my teenage daughter
There's no for it
Apparently I care how I'm treated
My love is unconditional or

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 find time by
And one as one forgets
And one does

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

I remember my
My of course
I remember my
I spoke of her and I remember that
I remember the of cut grass
And going off to ball in the morning
Funny story that

Now I used to
I get the ball over the plate
But anyway, this one
Must thrown a football around 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 years
I brought the who was to become my
second wife - God her
To meet my for the first time
They pleasantries
I the room for a moment
It was the first time he had met her you
I came back
He was her the story
off the bat
About how I had walked fourteen
and left the mound
Next time he met her told her the
story!

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