Luyện nghe bài hát Fruit Trader

Cain Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy
We got watermelon burnin' up out in the sun"
Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're me silly
Raisin' up this fruit trader bull, you it ain't no fun"
We're just yellin' in the
We're pissin' in the wind
From the sheets that we pray from
Better let a little bit of goodness get in
So Cain rose up and he slay his
The human soul and violence can be the next of kin
And feelings are real in moments of
When the lowest dimension of the is let in
just yellin' in the dark
We're just in the wind
From underneath the sheets that we from
let a little bit of this goodness get in
Ain't got no purpose, ain't got no direction, I ain't got no
Ain't got no politics, ain't got no point of view
What I've got is plenty of on my hands, Ol' Skinny's playground
Hey, Lord, tell me again, you want me to do?
We're yellin' in the dark
just pissin' in the wind
From underneath the that we pray from
Better let a bit of this beauty
Better let a little bit of this get in