Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: shawn

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

Verse danja mowf

Check it out, here's a story that's (aight)
had me locked up, for this crime I didn't do
This white identified me, as a rapist
Had me wishin I was harry houdini, the escapist
But wait it's, more check it out the plot (aight)
Cause started tellin 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 white in town knew I did it
Or done it, shit about a hundred, approachin figures
Bearin triggers screaming, "kill nigger!"
I'm nervous just a little concerned
Cause in the south I'm from niggaz will get burned
Cause them whitey's on some next -- some hang you by your 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
cops 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
Tied my hands behind my back, tied my to the bumper
Of a pickup, truck, now I'm gettin shucked like
Bein drug through the town, down
To the gravel, my and skin 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 plead I take it like this
They shoved a in my mouth (what? ) cause you see down south
Lynchin was a show, erybody out
See the mothers they daughters, to come and check the slaughters
And fathers they sons, to see how it was done, they 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
of the missi-ssippi for my slaughter
The order in this was plantatation mutilation
I felt the cool of a knife point
Slicin through the joint of each toe, finger
Each and, face it that's for touchin on a white woman
My screams and tears brought celebration and cheers
Than twelve on new year's
A girl see, someone raised her higher
So she could watch them out my teeth with the wire plier
My one desire was to my messiah but they wouldn't let me die-ah
Sayin, "nigger we fry ya in the fire"
I prayed that death was movin near; that's
They castrated me and kept my as souveneirs (uh)
Gasoline cleaned my like liquor
Saw the match flicker, begged em do it
Ahh yes, the smell of flesh
A hundred bullets, penetrate my chest
Sweet death long awaited, I as a monument
A warning simply stated for a people that hated
But nowadays, the table's like a wrench (aight)
Cause white no longer have a reason to lynch (why? )
when it comes down to it (uh-huh) there's no need to pursue it
When you got a million niggaz round the country do it
Think!

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