Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and cars
Money to
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
the price of my thrills

And it's a cold day, it's a continental
I said this is hell
Can you give me a
And I'll try to a story
Got pictures to tell
you got to make a living
With what you yourself to sell

I got some

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

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

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

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

I Hollywood's like a dryer
An we're down on sunset
An be suckin' down the clorox
'Til your all nice and crisp

When the hit the fan
It was all I could
Yeah, well I'm a flyer
My body's while it can
But what I don't is that
My ain't 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 damn

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

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

Boy