Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: shawn

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

Verse one: mowf

Check it out, here's a story true (aight)
They had me locked up, for this crime I do
This girl identified me, as a rapist
Had me wishin I was harry houdini, the great
But wait it's, more check it out the thickens (aight)
Cause shorty started tellin more than charles dickens
She said I kidnapped her, trapped her, her
Then after, I her, I fled through the pasture
Nah, not me 'cause, knew I'd get
But seemed 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 just a little concerned
Cause in the south where I'm from niggaz get burned
Cause them whitey's on some next shit -- some hang you by neck shit
Oh well, I'm in jail man; I figure I'm (right..)

Verse danja mowf

Yeah, should expected not to trust the police
Them ain't even 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 behind my back, my feet to the bumper
Of a pickup, truck, now I'm gettin shucked corn
Bein drug through the town, face
To the gravel, my and skin unravel
I guess I'm guilty, the mob dropped the gavel
took me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists
When I beg and I I can't take it like this
They a pole in my mouth (what? ) cause you see down south
Lynchin was a show, came out
See the brought 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 nuttin to see a nigga get hung,

Verse danja mowf

Yeah, I hung bloody, by the muddy
of the missi-ssippi for my slaughter
The in this court was plantatation mutilation
I the cool sensation of a knife point
Slicin the joint of each toe, each finger
Each thumb and, face it for touchin on a white woman
My and tears brought more celebration and cheers
Than o'clock on new year's
A couldn't see, someone raised her higher
So she could watch them breakin out my teeth 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; that's
They me and kept my nuts as souveneirs (uh)
Gasoline cleaned my like liquor
Saw the match flicker, em do it quicker
Ahh yes, the smell of flesh
A hundred angry bullets, my chest
Sweet death awaited, I hang as a monument
A warning simply stated for a people that hated
But nowadays, the table's turned a wrench (aight)
Cause white folks no longer 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 round the country that'll do it
Think!

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