Luyện nghe bài hát Apple. Apples.

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

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

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

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

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

Ask your parents your friends your yourself
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 been
is you as a writer and other writers

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

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

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

And if we're lucky to met them and have something to share
We get so wrapped up in
Location and what's

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

We got
Yeah we got
We lose our
Our our brothers

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

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