Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
all my life
I love my dear
And I love my - God bless her
I even my teenage daughter
There's no for it
Apparently I care how I'm treated
My love is or something

I've hurt a time or two
I ain't lie
I have my doubts
About the ethics of the so-called sex
Fair what?
But I find goes by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

God bless the
Down on lane
God bless the
Down on lane
that happens to me now
Is to oblivion by my brain

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

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

Walked off the
the ball to the third baseman
And left the field

Anyway, many years
I the woman who was to become my
wife - God bless her
To meet my for the first time
exchanged pleasantries
I left the room for a
It was the first time he had met her you
When I back
He was telling her the
off the bat
About how I had walked fourteen
and left the mound
Next he met her told her the same
story!

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