Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and cars
to burn
I got my head in the
I got thoughts to churn
Got my in the sand
I got a house on the
I got a headache a mother
Twice the of my thrills

And a cold day, it's a continental drift
I said traffic is hell
Can you me a lift
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 fees up to
Hell they must've seen me
Ain't this life so fuckin'

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

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 whole bunch

Gold and
Now whyn't you pour my
I'd have all my covered
If I could teach my to see
But now we're down in the end
they'd love to watch you drown
I said laundry could use washing
hang it up all over town

I said like a dryer
An we're down on sunset
An be suckin' down the clorox
'Til life's all nice and crisp

When the hit the fan
It was all I could
Yeah, I'm a frequent flyer
My body's while it can
But what I don't understand is
My world ain't 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 leave me be
Why let one bad
Spoil the damn bunch

When the hit the fan
It was all I could
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 could the sky
Well I would 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 damn bunch

Boy