Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
Money to
I got my head in the
I got thoughts to churn
Got my in the sand
I got a on the hill
I got a headache like a
Twice the of my thrills

And it's a cold day, it's a continental
I said traffic is hell
Can you give me a
And try to paint a story
Got your pictures to
Yeah you got to a living
With what you bring yourself to

I got some

Bad
Free
For peace o' mind
$9.95
I got my back from customs
Got my law fees up to
they must've seen me comin'
Ain't life so fuckin' great

the shit hit the fan
It was all I could
Yeah, well I'm a frequent
My body's breathing it can
But what I understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no

If I touch the sky
I would float on by
While everybody's
Hell I'm another guy
If it up to me
I'd say leave me be
Why let one bad
Spoil the whole damn

and caviar
Now whyn't you pour my
I'd have all my covered
If I teach my hands to see
But now we're down in the end
Where they'd love to you drown
I your laundry could use washing
We'll it up all over town

I said Hollywood's a dryer
An we're down on strip
An you'll be suckin' down the
'Til life's all nice and crisp

the shit hit the fan
It was all I could
Yeah, well I'm a flyer
My body's while it can
But I don't understand is that
My ain't gettin' no brighter

If I touch the sky
Well I would on by
everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm another guy
If it up to me
I'd say just me be
Why let one bad
the whole damn bunch

When the hit the fan
It was all I stand
Yeah, well I'm a flyer
My breathing while it can
But what I don't understand is
My ain't gettin' no brighter

If I touch the sky
Well I would on by
While talkin'
Hell I'm another guy
If it up to me
I'd say leave me be
Why let one bad
Spoil the whole bunch
Why let one bad
Spoil the damn bunch

Boy