Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

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

I've been hurt a or two
I gonna lie
I my doubts sometimes
About the ethics of the fairer sex
Fair what?
But I find goes by
And one as one forgets
And one forget

God bless the
on memory lane
God bless the
on memory 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 that
I remember the smell of cut
And off to play ball in the morning
Funny story about

Now I to pitch
I get the ball 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, years later
I the woman who was to become my
wife - God bless her
To meet my father for the time
They exchanged
I the room for a moment
It was the first 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 the potholes
Down on lane
God the potholes
on memory lane
I hope some real big open up
And take some of the memories do remain