Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

They've gone from stealing bikes to lives
So many young hands, gripping stainless-steel
See the kid you don't like, are messing him up
What's wrong or right is giving less of a fuck
them up, left right, stitching them up
Everything revolves getting the cut
Middle up, fisticuffs, pissing it up
the pen licence, fist in the cuffs
They don't use them to pack shelves, they use them to pack
Up in the system before they crack 12
You can paint a pretty picture with all pastels
But it's black and white, and the still sells
What kind of life is that? They're getting born and
Teacher reach them, I'm getting fucking bored of that
couldn't spell their name off the bat
I bet they can tell you where to score a at

They're growing up fast, they are growing up
They're back everything they never got as a pup
And if want something, you're giving it up

They're growing up fast, they are up tough
They're giving everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, giving it up

say one bad apple can spoil a whole bunch
What if, all you had was bad for lunch
What if, all you had was what you can
if, before you had a dream you were crushed
They weren't raised wrong, they raised at all
You the bowel break and the cradle fall
And now surprised that the baby talks
And he 'What the fuck are you staring for?'
Where are their mothers? (huh) are their fathers? (huh)
Here they are coming all that fucking drama
Before you fix him is another one
And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks 'cause
What you ain't always what you get
Sometimes you get is a kick to the head
I guess you can it up to 'cause and effect
But the core is all rotten and got to be fed

They're growing up fast, they are growing up
They're back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, giving it up

They're growing up fast, they are growing up
They're giving back everything they got as a pup
And if they something, you're giving it up

It ain't worth it, who it?
the fingers at the ones who birthed it
Brought to earth, a brand new
The same ones who called all worthless
They call them good for nothing, I them cousin
I call brother and sister, I still love them