Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I women
all my life
I love my dear
And I love my wife - God her
I love my teenage 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 ain't lie
I have my doubts
the ethics of the so-called fairer sex
Fair what?
But I find goes by
And one as one forgets
And one does

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

I remember my
My brother of
I remember my
I spoke of her earlier and I remember
I the smell of cut grass
And going off to play ball in the
story about that

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

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

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

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