Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair on my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I stumble to the table
the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye

And she reaches out 'n' takes my
And it 'n' says, "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
That warm my and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not lovin' me then all got to say
God make little green apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no rhyme

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

I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she could get away and me
And maybe we grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's
And she hurries to meet me

And I'm always but she sits waitin' patiently
And when she first sees me
'Cause she's made way

And if that ain't lovin' me all I've got to say
God didn't little green apples
And it snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn 'n' BB guns

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