Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
Money to
I got my in the clouds
I got these thoughts to
Got my feet in the
I got a house on the
I got a like a mother
the price of my thrills

And it's a cold day, it's a drift
I said this is hell
Can you me a lift
And I'll try to paint a
Got pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make a
With what you bring to sell

I got some

Bad
sample
For your o' mind
$9.95
I got my camera from customs
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 flyer
My breathing while it can
But what I understand is that
My world ain't no brighter

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

and caviar
Now whyn't you pour my
I'd have all my covered
If I could my hands to see
But now down in the deep end
Where love to watch you drown
I said laundry could use washing
We'll hang it up all town

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

the shit 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 world ain't gettin' no

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

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

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

Boy