Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
all my life
I my dear mother
And I love my wife - God her
I even love my daughter
no accounting for it
Apparently I don't how I'm treated
My love is unconditional or

been hurt a time or two
I gonna lie
I have my sometimes
About the ethics of the fairer sex
Fair about
But I time goes by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

God the potholes
Down on lane
God the potholes
Down on memory
Everything happens to me now
Is consigned to by my brain

I remember my
My of course
I remember my
I spoke of her earlier and I that
I the smell of cut grass
And off to play ball in the morning
Funny story that

Now I used to
I could get the ball the plate
But anyway, one time
have thrown a football around or something
the day
I about fourteen kids in a row

Walked off the
Handed the ball to the third
And just left the

Anyway, many later
I the woman who was to become my
wife - God bless her
To meet my father for the first
They exchanged
I the room for a moment
It was the first time he had met her you
I came back
He was her the story
off the bat
About how I had fourteen kids
Cried and the mound
Next time he met her her the same
story!

God bless the
Down on memory
God bless the
Down on lane
I hope real big ones open up
And take some of the memories that do