Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and cars
Money to
I got my in the clouds
I got thoughts to churn
Got my in the sand
I got a on the hill
I got a like a mother
Twice the of my thrills

And it's a cold day, a continental drift
I said this is hell
Can you me a lift
And try to paint a story
Got your to tell
you got to make a living
With what you bring yourself to

I got genuine

Bad
Free
For your o' mind
$9.95
I got my camera back from
Got my law fees up to
Hell they seen me comin'
this life so fuckin' great

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

If I could the sky
I would 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
Spoil the whole bunch

and caviar
Now whyn't you my apathy
I'd have all my covered
If I teach my hands to see
But now down in the deep end
Where love to watch you drown
I said your could use washing
We'll hang it up all town

I Hollywood's like a dryer
An down on sunset strip
An you'll be suckin' down the
your life's all nice and crisp

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 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
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 gettin' no

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

Boy