Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I women
Have all my
I love my dear
And I love my - God bless her
I love my teenage daughter
no accounting for it
Apparently I don't how I'm treated
My is unconditional or something

I've hurt a time or two
I ain't lie
I have my sometimes
About the of the so-called fairer sex
Fair what?
But I time goes by
And one forgives as one
And one forget

God the potholes
Down on lane
God bless the
on memory 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 the smell of cut grass
And off to play ball in the morning
Funny story that

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

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

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

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