Luyện nghe bài hát Apple. Apples.

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

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

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

Some notice some wont
Some care but don't
We know how it
But we don't.

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

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

While I keep my door is locked I'm writing for you
my best friends
You can tell I been myself
Myself is you as a and other writers

Like a writer you guess
time you guess
We keep till our little heart stops
it stops

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

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

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

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

We got
we got cancer
We our girlfriends
Our mothers our

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

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