Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
to burn
I got my in the clouds
I got these to churn
Got my feet in the
I got a house on the
I got a headache like a
Twice the of my thrills

And it's a cold day, a continental drift
I this traffic is hell
Can you me a lift
And I'll try to paint a
Got pictures to tell
Yeah you got to a living
With you bring yourself to sell

I got some

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

When the hit the fan
It was all I could
Yeah, I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathing it can
But what I understand is that
My world gettin' no brighter

If I touch the sky
Well I would on by
everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just guy
If it up to me
I'd say just me be
Why let one bad
Spoil the whole bunch

and caviar
Now whyn't you my apathy
I'd all my bases covered
If I could teach my to see
But now we're in the deep end
Where love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use
hang it up all over town

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

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

If I touch the sky
Well I would on by
While talkin'
I'm just another guy
If it up to me
I'd say leave me be
Why let one bad
Spoil the whole damn

When the hit the fan
It was all I stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent
My body's while it can
But I don't understand is that
My ain't gettin' no brighter

If I could the sky
I would float on by
While talkin'
Hell I'm another guy
If it up to me
I'd say leave me be
Why let one bad
the whole damn bunch
Why let one bad
the whole damn bunch

Boy