Luyện nghe bài hát Stolen Apples Taste the Sweetest

Stolen apples the sweetest
See them in the pale moonlight
You wont feel those cuts and
As you out for your prize in the night
Pluck them down and take very first bite

Dont anyone our secrets
the farmer to his darling wife
Oh no, don't me
There are here in the districts
Not so with their lot in this mean, old life
Oh, sweetheart, wont you me the paring knife?

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

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

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

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