Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

Diamonds and cars
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 a mother
the price of my thrills

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

I got genuine

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

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

If I touch the sky
Well I 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
Spoil the whole bunch

and caviar
Now you pour my apathy
I'd have all my bases
If I could my hands to see
But now we're in the deep end
Where they'd to watch you drown
I said laundry could use washing
We'll hang it up all over

I said Hollywood's a dryer
An we're down on strip
An be suckin' down the clorox
'Til life's all nice and crisp

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

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

the shit 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 float on by
everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm 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
Spoil the whole bunch

Boy