Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
Have all my
I my dear mother
And I love my wife - God her
I even my teenage daughter
There's no for it
I don't care how I'm treated
My is unconditional or something

I've been hurt a or two
I ain't lie
I my doubts sometimes
the ethics of the so-called fairer sex
Fair about
But I time goes by
And one forgives as one
And one forget

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

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

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

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

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

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