Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair in my eyes and she says "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast
While the kids are off to school goodbye
And she reaches out 'n' takes my
And it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look at smilin' lips
That warm my and see my mornin' sun

And if not lovin' me
Then all got to say
God didn't make little apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery
God didn't make little green
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And my self is feelin' low
I think about her aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she could get away and me
And maybe we could a bite to eat
And she drops she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm late
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first me
'cause she's made way

And if ain't lovin' me
Then all got to say
God make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the comes
And there's no such as make-believe
dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns

God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis