Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and fast
Money to
I got my in the clouds
I got these thoughts to
Got my in the sand
I got a on the hill
I got a like a mother
Twice the price of my

And it's a day, it's a continental drift
I said traffic is hell
Can you me a lift
And I'll try to a story
Got your pictures to
you got to make a living
With what you bring to sell

I got some

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

When the 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 no brighter

If I could the sky
I would float on by
While everybody's
Hell I'm another 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 pour my
I'd all my bases covered
If I teach my hands to see
But now we're down in the end
Where they'd love to watch you
I said your laundry could use
hang it up all over town

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

the shit hit the fan
It was all I stand
Yeah, I'm a frequent flyer
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 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

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

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

Boy