Luyện nghe bài hát All Her Favorite Fruit

I drive alone, from work
And I always of her
at night I call her
But I never say a
And I can see her the phone between her chin and shoulder
And I can smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
She serves him potatoes
And she serves him peppered steak, with
Pulls her dress up her head
Lets it to the floor
And does she ever in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places are cultivated
And I'd to take her there, rather than this train
And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a place in the
We'd croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four
intervention's distance of the embassy
The midday air grows with the heat
And drifts towards the of trees
When negroes blink eyes, they sink into siesta
And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting
We dream our and sing our songs of the fecundity
Of and love
Of and love
Of life and