Luyện nghe bài hát Fruitman

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

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

He I
He I
come
So go

the crowd I enter in
See the head of virgin
Frail, the old man's I take
Peace be you, Sunday shake

old man he turns to me
Tries to tell me to be
He don't say no at all
Tears from him fruit do fall

He I
He I
come
So go

He I
He I
Seasons come
So go