Luyện nghe bài hát Fruitman

Old man sits in an apricot
He I and I sees he
Old man sweet as the fruit picking
Knows the rhythm of nature's

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

He I
He I
come
So go

Through the crowd I in
See the of virgin skin
Frail, the old man's hand I
Peace be with you, shake

Sweet old man he to me
Tries to tell me to be
He say no words at all
Tears from him fruit do fall

He I
He I
Seasons
So go

He I
He I
Seasons come
So go