Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and cars
Money to
I got my head in the
I got thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the
I got a house on the
I got a headache a mother
Twice the of my thrills

And it's a day, it's a continental drift
I said this traffic is
Can you give me a
And I'll try to a story
Got your to tell
Yeah you got to make a
With what you yourself to sell

I got some

Bad
sample
For peace o' mind
$9.95
I got my camera from customs
Got my law up to date
Hell must've seen me comin'
Ain't this so fuckin' great

the shit hit the fan
It was all I could
Yeah, I'm a frequent flyer
My breathing while it can
But what I don't understand is
My world ain't no brighter

If I could the sky
Well I 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 damn bunch

Gold and
Now you pour my apathy
I'd all my bases covered
If I could teach my to see
But now we're down in the end
Where they'd love to watch you
I said your could use washing
hang it up all over town

I Hollywood's like a dryer
An we're on sunset strip
An you'll be down the clorox
'Til your all nice and crisp

When the hit the fan
It was all I could
Yeah, I'm a frequent flyer
My body's while it can
But what I don't understand is
My world gettin' no brighter

If I could the sky
Well I float on by
While everybody's
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 could
Yeah, I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathing it can
But what I don't is that
My world ain't no brighter

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

Boy