Luyện nghe bài hát Fruitman

Old man sits in an tree
He sees I and I he
Old man sweet as the fruit he's
the rhythm of nature's ticking

Gives a smile of tooth and
Winks an eye like a falling
Face, a field of life
the years of the living knife

He I
He I
Seasons
So go

the crowd I enter in
See the head of skin
Frail, the old hand I take
Peace be you, Sunday shake

Sweet old man he to me
to tell me what's to be
He don't say no at all
from him like fruit do fall

He I
He I
come
So go

He I
He I
Seasons that
So go