Luyện nghe bài hát Tears on Fresh Fruit

Just when you've your way to the boiler room
They come to dig you out with and shovels and acetylene torches

I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fruit
Behind the bony walls of my skull there was playing a

La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la

We're just trying to be free of our
Our stomachs full of and our lungs full of water

I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh
the bony walls of my skull there was playing a lullaby

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, la