Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: shawn

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

Verse one: mowf

Check it out, here's a story true (aight)
They had me locked up, for crime I didn't do
white girl identified me, as a rapist
Had me I was harry houdini, the great escapist
But wait it's, more check it out the plot (aight)
Cause shorty started tellin more tales than dickens
She I kidnapped 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 done it, shit about a hundred, white figures
Bearin triggers screaming, "kill nigger!"
I'm nervous just 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: danja

Yeah, should have 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 my back, tied my feet to the bumper
Of a pickup, truck, now I'm gettin like corn
Bein drug through the town, down
To the gravel, my and skin unravel
I guess I'm guilty, the lynch mob dropped the
They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my
When I beg and I I can't take it like this
They shoved a pole in my mouth (what? ) cause you see south
Lynchin was a show, came out
See the mothers brought they daughters, to 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 to see a nigga get hung, word

Verse three: mowf

Yeah, I bloody, down by the muddy
Water of the for my slaughter
The order in court was plantatation mutilation
I felt the cool of a knife point
Slicin the joint of each toe, each finger
thumb and, face it that's for touchin on a white woman
My screams and tears brought more 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 was to meet my messiah but they wouldn't let me die-ah
Sayin, "nigger we fry ya in the fire"
I prayed that death was near; that's when
They castrated me and kept my nuts as (uh)
Gasoline cleaned my wounds like
Saw the match flicker, begged em do it
Ahh yes, the smell of burning
A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my
Sweet death long awaited, I hang as a
A warning stated for a people that they hated
But nowadays, the table's like a wrench (aight)
Cause white folks no have a reason to lynch (why? )
Cause when it comes down to it (uh-huh) no need to pursue it
When you got a million niggaz round the country do it
Think!

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