Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: shawn

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

Verse one: danja

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

Verse two: mowf

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

Verse three: danja

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

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