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

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 squeeze the phone between her and shoulder
And I can almost her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay

She serves him mashed
And she serves him peppered steak, with
Pulls her dress up over her
Lets it to the floor
And she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places are cultivated

And I'd like to her there, rather than this train
And if I a civil servant, I'd have a place in the colonies
We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at
Within distance of the embassy

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