Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: chapelle

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

one: danja mowf

Check it out, here's a story true (aight)
They had me locked up, for this crime I do
This white 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)
Cause shorty started more tales than charles dickens
She said I her, trapped her, slapped her
Then after, I tapped her, I fled through the
Nah, not me 'cause, knew I'd get
But seemed every face in town knew I did it
Or it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figures
Bearin triggers screaming, "kill nigger!"
I'm gettin nervous just a concerned
Cause in the south I'm from niggaz will get burned
Cause whitey's on some next shit -- 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 not to trust the police
Them cops ain't even yell "freeze!" they gave the mob the keys (uh)
They beat me like I somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup
Tied my hands behind my back, tied my to the bumper
Of a pickup, truck, now I'm gettin shucked like
Bein drug the town, face down
To the gravel, my clothes and skin
I guess I'm guilty, the lynch mob dropped the
They me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists
I beg and I plead I can't take it like this
They shoved a pole in my mouth (what? ) you see down south
Lynchin was a show, erybody out
See the mothers they daughters, to come and check the slaughters
And fathers brought they sons, to see how it was done, brung
Everyone, the old to the young
Cause it really was to see a nigga get hung, word

Verse three: danja

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

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