Luyện nghe bài hát These Apples

A friend brought me flowers, she said, "They lilacs"
But I've never been good plants
Her presentation, a new dictionary
She'd circled the "Romance"
So enthusiastic, a little bit
I her name in my head
And as she it, she said, "I misspelled it"
Need more be

These are delicious
"As a matter of fact they are," she
Can all this be free?

She wrote me a letter as big as a phone
never been big on mail
I sent her a postcard from somewhere near
And wondered if it still by rail
never been frightened of being enlightened
But things can go too far
Though I stammer and mix up my grammar
You get my meanings are

apples are delicious
"As a matter of they are," she said
Can all this fruit be

I'm not tryin' to a love song, I'm tryin' to sing in tune
I know I am sometimes
Falling in love, catching fire, I be consumed
Wondering will I ever tire, I ever tire, will I ever tire?

These apples are
"As a of fact they are," she said
Can all fruit be free?