Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
to burn
I got my head in the
I got thoughts to churn
Got my in the sand
I got a house on the
I got a headache like a
Twice the price of my

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

I got genuine

Bad
Free
For peace o' mind
$9.95
I got my camera from customs
Got my law up to date
Hell they must've me comin'
this life so fuckin' great

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

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

Gold and
Now whyn't you my apathy
I'd all my bases covered
If I teach my hands to see
But now we're in the deep end
Where they'd love to watch you
I said laundry could use washing
We'll hang it up all town

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

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

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

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

If I could the sky
Well I float on by
While talkin'
I'm just 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