Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and cars
to burn
I got my head in the
I got these to churn
Got my feet in the
I got a house on the
I got a headache a mother
Twice the price of my

And it's a day, it's a continental drift
I said this traffic is
Can you give me a
And try to paint a story
Got your pictures to
Yeah you got to make a
what you bring yourself to sell

I got some

Bad
sample
For peace o' mind
$9.95
I got my camera back customs
Got my law fees up to
they must've seen me comin'
Ain't life so fuckin' great

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 understand is that
My world 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

Gold and
Now whyn't you my apathy
I'd have all my bases
If I teach my hands to see
But now down in the deep end
Where love to watch you drown
I said your laundry use washing
hang it up all over town

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

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 ain't gettin' no brighter

If I touch the sky
Well I float on by
While everybody's
Hell I'm just guy
If it up to me
I'd say leave 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 understand is that
My world ain't no brighter

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 just me be
Why let one bad
Spoil the damn bunch
Why let one bad
the whole damn bunch

Boy