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 teenage
no accounting for it
Apparently I don't care how I'm
My is unconditional or something

been hurt a time or two
I gonna lie
I have my sometimes
About the ethics of the so-called sex
Fair about
But I find time by
And one forgives as one
And one forget

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

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

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

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

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

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