Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I women
all my life
I love my dear
And I my wife - God bless her
I even my teenage daughter
no accounting for it
Apparently I don't care how I'm
My love is unconditional or

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

God the potholes
Down on memory
God the potholes
Down on lane
Everything happens to me now
Is to oblivion by my brain

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

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

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

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

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