Luyện nghe bài hát All Her Favorite Fruit (Orchestral Version)

I drive alone, from work
And I think of her
at night I call her
But I say a word
And I can see her the phone between her chin and shoulder
And I can almost her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay

She serves him mashed
And she serves him steak, with corn
her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the
And does she whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most places they are cultivated

And I'd like to her there, rather than this train
And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd a place in the colonies
We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and our tea at four
Within intervention's of the embassy

The midday air grows with the heat
And drifts the line of trees
Where negroes blink their eyes, they sink siesta
And we are rotting like a fruit a rusting roof
We dream our and sing our songs of the fecundity of life and love
Of life and
Of life and