Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: shawn

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

one: danja mowf

Check it out, here's a story that's (aight)
They had me up, for this crime I didn't do
This white girl 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 tellin more tales charles dickens
She I kidnapped her, trapped her, slapped 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, shit about a hundred, approachin figures
triggers screaming, "kill that nigger!"
I'm gettin nervous a little concerned
Cause in the south where I'm from niggaz will get
Cause whitey's on some next shit -- some hang you by your neck shit
Oh well, I'm in man; I figure I'm protected (right..)

Verse two: mowf

Yeah, should have expected not to the police
Them ain't even yell "freeze!" they just gave the mob the keys (uh)
They me like I stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup
my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the bumper
Of a pickup, truck, now I'm shucked like corn
Bein drug the town, face down
To the gravel, my clothes and unravel
I I'm guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavel
They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my
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, came out
See the mothers brought daughters, to come and check the slaughters
And brought they sons, to see how it was done, they brung
Everyone, from the old to the
it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung, word

Verse danja mowf

Yeah, I hung bloody, down by the
of the missi-ssippi for my slaughter
The order in court was plantatation mutilation
I felt the cool of a knife point
Slicin through the 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
twelve o'clock on new year's
A girl couldn't see, someone raised her
So she could watch breakin out my teeth with the wire plier
My one desire was to meet my but they wouldn't let me die-ah
Sayin, "nigger we fry ya in the fire"
I prayed that death was movin that's when
castrated me and kept my nuts as souveneirs (uh)
Gasoline cleaned my like liquor
Saw the match flicker, em do it quicker
Ahh yes, the of burning flesh
A angry bullets, penetrate my chest
death long awaited, I hang as a monument
A simply stated for a people that they hated
But nowadays, the table's like a wrench (aight)
Cause white folks no longer have a to lynch (why? )
Cause when it comes to it (uh-huh) there's no need to pursue it
When you got a million niggaz the country that'll do it
Think!

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