Luyện nghe bài hát Potholes

I love
Have all my
I my dear mother
And I my wife - God bless her
I even my teenage daughter
no accounting for it
Apparently I care how I'm treated
My love is or something

I've been a time or two
I gonna lie
I my doubts sometimes
the ethics of the so-called fairer sex
Fair what?
But I time goes by
And one forgives as one
And one forget

God the potholes
on memory lane
God the potholes
on memory lane
Everything that to me now
Is consigned to oblivion by my

I remember my
My brother of
I remember my
I spoke of her earlier and I that
I remember the smell of cut
And going off to play 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 around or something
the day
I about fourteen kids in a row

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

Anyway, many later
I the woman who was to become my
wife - God bless her
To meet my for the first time
exchanged pleasantries
I left the for a moment
It was the first he had met her you understand
When I came
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 the potholes
Down on memory
God the potholes
on memory lane
I hope real big ones open up
And some of the memories that do remain