Luyện nghe bài hát Stolen Apples Taste the Sweetest

Stolen taste the sweetest
See hanging in the pale moonlight
You wont those cuts and bruises
As you out for your prize in the night
them down and take that very first bite

Dont tell our secrets
the farmer to his darling wife
Oh no, tell me
There are here in the districts
Not so happy with their lot in this mean, old
Oh, sweetheart, wont you pass me the knife?

Stolen apples plucked down in prime
Stolen apples heavy on my mind
Heavy on, on my mind, oh, my mind
Oh, my

Eve Adam in the garden
Hey Adam, come over and look at these, wont you try some?
Oh, no, said Adam, Ain't that
Come on now, baby, said Eve, What be wrong
What could be wrong just one little one?
So Adam bit and out, Thats the bomb, thats the bomb

Stolen apples taste the
apples taste the sweetest
Stolen taste the sweetest
apples taste the sweetest

Stolen taste the sweetest
Stolen taste the sweetest
Stolen apples the sweetest