Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I women
Have all my
I love my mother
And I love my - God bless her
I love my teenage daughter
no accounting for it
Apparently I don't care how I'm
My love is or something

I've been a time or two
I gonna lie
I have my sometimes
About the ethics of the so-called sex
about what?
But I find goes by
And one as one forgets
And one does

God the potholes
Down on lane
God the potholes
Down on lane
Everything that to me now
Is consigned to oblivion by my

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

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

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

Anyway, many years
I brought the woman who was to my
second - God bless her
To meet my for the first time
They exchanged
I left the room for a
It was the time he had met her you understand
I came back
He was her the story
off the bat
About how I had walked kids
Cried and left the
Next he met her told her the same
story!

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