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 table
While the are goin' off to school, goodbye

And she out and takes my hand and squeezes it
Says, "How you feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
That my heart and see my morning sun

And if not lovin' me then all I've got to say

God didn't make green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no thing as Doctor Suess
and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn't little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the
And when is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow to ease my

Sometimes I call her up at knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she get away and meet me
And a bite to eat

And she drops what she's
And hurries down to meet me and I'm late
But she sits patiently and smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's that way

And if that's not me then all I've got to say

God didn't little green apples
And it don't snow in when the winter comes
There's no such think as believe
The puppy dogs and leaves and the BB guns

God make little green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And myself is feeling low
I think about her aglow and ease my mind

She keeps on you