Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: shawn

Southern trees, bare us strange
Blood on the leaves, blood at the
Black bodies swingin, in the southern
All that fruit 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 houdini, the great escapist
But wait it's, more check it out the plot (aight)
Cause shorty started tellin more tales than charles
She said I kidnapped her, her, slapped her
Then after, I tapped her, I fled through the
Nah, not me 'cause, knew I'd get
But seemed every white face in knew I did it
Or done it, shit a hundred, approachin white figures
Bearin triggers screaming, "kill 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 hang you by neck shit
Oh well, I'm in jail man; I figure I'm (right..)

Verse danja mowf

Yeah, should have expected not to trust the
Them cops ain't even yell "freeze!" they just the mob the keys (uh)
They beat me like I stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a
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 unravel
I I'm guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavel
They took me to a tree, hung me by my wrists
When I beg and I I can't take it like this
They shoved a pole in my mouth (what? ) cause you see down
was a show, erybody came out
See the mothers brought daughters, to come and check the slaughters
And fathers brought they sons, to see how it was done, they
Everyone, from the old to the
it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung, word

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 felt the cool sensation of a knife
Slicin through the joint of toe, each finger
thumb 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 couldn't see, someone raised her higher
So she could them 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 near; when
They castrated me and my nuts as souveneirs (uh)
cleaned my wounds like liquor
Saw the match flicker, begged em do it
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 turned like a wrench (aight)
Cause white folks no longer have a reason to (why? )
Cause when it down to it (uh-huh) there's no need to pursue it
When you got a million niggaz round the that'll do it
Think!

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