Luyện nghe bài hát Stolen Apples Taste the Sweetest

Stolen apples the sweetest
See them hanging in the moonlight
You wont feel cuts and bruises
As you reach out for your prize in the
Pluck them down and take that very first

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

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

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

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

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