Luyện nghe bài hát All Her Favorite Fruit

I alone, home from work
And I always of her
Late at I call her
But I say a word
And I can see her squeeze the phone 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
her dress up over her head
Lets it to the floor
And does she whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places they are
And I'd like to take her there, rather than this
And if I weren't a servant, I'd have a place in the colonies
We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at
Within intervention's of the embassy
The midday air grows with the heat
And towards the line of trees
When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into
And we are rotting like a underneath a rusting roof
We dream our and sing our songs of the fecundity
Of life and
Of life and
Of and love