Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my hair down in my and she says "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school
And she out 'n' takes my hand
And it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I across at smilin' lips
warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

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

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

And if that ain't me
Then all got to say
God didn't make little green
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the comes
And there's no such thing as
Puppy dogs, autumn 'n' BB guns

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