Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
Money to
I got my in the clouds
I got these 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 traffic is hell
Can you give me a
And I'll try to a story
Got your pictures to
Yeah you got to a living
With what you bring yourself to

I got some

Bad
sample
For your peace o'
$9.95
I got my camera back customs
Got my law up to date
Hell they must've 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 breathing it can
But I don't 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 just 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 bases
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 down on strip
An you'll be down the clorox
'Til your life's all nice and

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 don't is that
My ain't gettin' no brighter

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

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

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

Boy