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
Knows the of nature's ticking

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

He I
He I
Seasons
So go

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

Sweet old man he to me
to tell me what's to be
He say no words at all
from him like fruit do fall

He I
He I
come
So go

He I
He I
Seasons come
So go