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

I drive alone, home work
And I always of her
Late at night I her
But I never say a
And I can see her squeeze the phone between her and shoulder
And I can smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay

She him mashed potatoes
And she serves him peppered steak, with
Pulls her up over her head
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 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 our tea at four
Within intervention's distance of the

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