Luyện nghe bài hát Fruitman

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

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

He I
He I
come
So go

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

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

He I
He I
come
So go

He I
He I
Seasons that
So go