Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the
With my hair in my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
While the kids are off to school, goodbye

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

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

God didn't make little apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor
Disneyland and Mother is no nursery rhyme

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

Sometimes I call her up at home 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 down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently and when she first sees me
'Cause made that way

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

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

God didn't make green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when is feeling low
I think about her face and ease my mind

She keeps on you