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 house on the
I got a headache a mother
the price of my thrills

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

I got some

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

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

If I could the sky
I would float on by
While 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

Gold and
Now you pour my apathy
I'd have all my bases
If I could teach my 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 it up all over town

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

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

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

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

If I touch the sky
I would 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 whole damn
Why let one bad
Spoil the whole bunch

Boy