Luyện nghe bài hát Tears on Fresh Fruit

Just when found your way to the boiler room
come to dig you out with picks and shovels and acetylene torches

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

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

just trying to be free of our bodies
Our stomachs full of liquor and our lungs full of

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

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