Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
Money to
I got my in the clouds
I got these thoughts to
Got my in the sand
I got a on the hill
I got a headache a mother
Twice the of my thrills

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

I got genuine

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

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'
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 whyn't you my apathy
I'd have all my bases
If I teach my hands to see
But now down in the deep end
Where they'd to watch you drown
I your laundry could use washing
hang it up all over 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 could
Yeah, well I'm a frequent
My body's while it can
But what I don't is that
My world ain't no brighter

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 leave me be
Why let one bad
Spoil the whole bunch

the shit 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 ain't gettin' no brighter

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

Boy