Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: shawn

Southern trees, us strange fruit
on the leaves, blood at the roots
Black bodies swingin, in the breeze
All that fruit hangin... hangin from the trees

one: danja mowf

Check it out, here's a that's true (aight)
They had me locked up, for crime I didn't do
This white identified me, as a rapist
Had me wishin I was harry houdini, the great
But wait it's, more check it out the plot (aight)
Cause shorty started tellin more tales than charles
She said I kidnapped her, trapped her, her
Then after, I tapped her, I through the pasture
Nah, not me 'cause, I'd get acquitted
But every white face in town knew I did it
Or it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figures
Bearin screaming, "kill that nigger!"
I'm gettin nervous just a concerned
Cause in the where I'm from niggaz will get burned
Cause them whitey's on some next -- some hang you by your neck shit
Oh well, I'm in jail man; I figure I'm (right..)

Verse two: danja

Yeah, should have expected not to the police
Them cops ain't yell "freeze!" they just gave the mob the keys (uh)
They beat me like I somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup
Tied my hands my back, tied my feet to the bumper
Of a pickup, truck, now I'm gettin shucked corn
Bein through the town, face down
To the gravel, my clothes and skin
I guess I'm guilty, the lynch mob the gavel
They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my
When I beg and I plead I take it like this
shoved a pole in my mouth (what? ) cause you see down south
Lynchin was a show, erybody out
See the mothers brought they daughters, to and check the slaughters
And brought they sons, to see how it was done, they brung
Everyone, from the old to the
Cause it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung,

Verse three: mowf

Yeah, I bloody, down by the muddy
of the missi-ssippi for my slaughter
The order in this was plantatation mutilation
I the cool sensation of a knife point
Slicin through the joint of toe, each finger
Each thumb and, face it that's for touchin on a woman
My screams and tears brought more and cheers
Than twelve on new year's
A girl couldn't see, someone raised her
So she could them breakin out my teeth with the wire plier
My one desire was to meet my messiah but they wouldn't let me
Sayin, "nigger we fry ya in the fire"
I prayed death was movin near; that's when
They castrated me and kept my as souveneirs (uh)
Gasoline cleaned my wounds liquor
Saw the match flicker, begged em do it
Ahh yes, the smell of burning
A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my
death long awaited, I hang as a monument
A warning stated for a people that they hated
But nowadays, the table's turned like a (aight)
white folks no longer have a reason to lynch (why? )
Cause it comes down to it (uh-huh) there's no need to pursue it
When you got a niggaz round the country that'll do it
Think!

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