Luyện nghe bài hát Apple. Apples.

Like the
We to fix your heart
my baby and I dance in my kitchen
My baby is like a
She cures me I'm sick

Well... And you all are all the doctors
And I'm a
the same
We're the

It's not our fault to blame
our songs
It's job
It's the place we're from

Some will notice wont
Some care but don't
We how it goes
But we don't.

Yeah, and its
We're shallow and scared but its
And I that it's cold
And its cold all-alone in our
our houses are houses not homes

Ask your parents your friends your siblings
Why we wait so long to ask for some help
My sister Samantha reads books in her

While I keep my door is locked I'm writing for you
my best friends
You can tell I haven't myself
Myself is you as a writer and writers

a writer you second guess
Every you guess
We keep guessing our little heart stops
Then it

And in the people you see at work everyday
in the people in the streets
Or in homes

It's in my girlfriend on the phone in her bed at
in your boyfriend in the halls at your school
Am I

And if lucky to have met them and have something to share
We get so up in timing
and what's fair

You love it or you it
And it's somewhat the
living and dying like everything

We got
we got cancer
We our girlfriends
Our mothers our

Then we gain some friends and we love for them
And we'll be great great uncles, cousins
Our hearts are clocks screaming "TICK tock
tock!"

We go tick tock
Yeah we all tick tick tock
An is an apple
And an is the same
And an apple a day these nightmares away.