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

I alone, home from work
And I always of her
at night I call her
But I say a word
And I can see her squeeze the between her chin and shoulder
And I can almost smell her faint with a sweet scent of decay

She serves him potatoes
And she serves him steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up her head
Lets it fall to the
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite
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
play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four
Within intervention's distance of the

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