Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up
In the
my hair down
In my
And she hi

And I
To the table
While the
Are off
To school
And she out
my hand
Squeezes it,
How you hon?

And I look
At lips
That warm my
And see the sun
And if
not lovin' me
all
got to say
God make
green apples
It don't
In
In the

There's no such
As Dr.

And Mother
Is no nurs'ry

God didn't
green apples
It don't
In
In the
And myself
Is low
I think about her
Aglow to ease my

I her up at home
Knowing busy
And ask if she
Could get
And me
And a bite to eat
She
she's doin'
Hurries down to me
And I'm always

But she
Waiting
And
she sees me
Cause
that way

And if
That's not me
all
got to say
God make
green apples
It don't
In
When the winter

There's no such
As
dogs
And leaves
And B. B.

God make
Little apples
In the
There's no such
As Dr.

And Mother
Is no rhyme