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
no accounting for it
Apparently I care how I'm treated
My love is or something

I've been a time or two
I gonna lie
I have my doubts
About the of the so-called fairer sex
Fair about
But I time goes by
And one as one forgets
And one does

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

I my father
My brother of
I remember my
I of her earlier and I remember that
I remember the smell of cut
And going off to play in the morning
Funny about that

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

Walked off the
the ball to the third 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 exchanged
I left the for a moment
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 fourteen
Cried and the mound
Next he met her told her the same
story!

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