Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
Money to
I got my in the clouds
I got these to churn
Got my feet in the
I got a house on the
I got a headache like a
Twice the price of my

And it's a cold day, a continental drift
I this traffic is hell
Can you give me a
And I'll try to paint a
Got pictures to tell
you got to make a living
With what you bring yourself to

I got some

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

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

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

Gold and
Now whyn't you my apathy
I'd have all my covered
If I could my hands to see
But now we're in the deep end
Where they'd to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use
We'll hang it up all over

I said like a dryer
An we're on sunset strip
An you'll be suckin' the clorox
your life's all nice and crisp

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

If I could the sky
Well I float 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 damn bunch

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

If I touch the sky
Well I float on by
everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just 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