Luyện nghe bài hát Fruit Trader

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