Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
Money to
I got my head in the
I got thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the
I got a on the hill
I got a headache like a
Twice the price of my

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

I got some

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

When the hit the fan
It was all I stand
Yeah, well I'm a flyer
My body's while it can
But I don't understand is that
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 just me be
Why let one bad
Spoil the damn bunch

Gold and
Now you pour my apathy
I'd have all my covered
If I could teach my to see
But now down in the deep end
Where they'd to watch you drown
I your laundry could use washing
We'll hang it up all over

I said like a dryer
An we're on sunset strip
An you'll be suckin' down the
'Til your life's all nice and

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 understand is
My world ain't no brighter

If I touch the sky
Well I would 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 damn

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

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

Boy