Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
all my life
I my dear mother
And I love my - God bless her
I love my teenage daughter
There's no for it
Apparently I don't care how I'm
My is unconditional or something

been hurt a time or two
I gonna lie
I have my doubts
About the ethics of the so-called sex
Fair what?
But I find time by
And one as one forgets
And one does

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

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

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

Walked off the
Handed the to the third baseman
And just the field

Anyway, many years
I brought the woman who was to my
second wife - God her
To my father for the first time
They pleasantries
I left the 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
and left the mound
Next time he met her her the same
story!

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