Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Chorus: chapelle

Southern trees, bare us fruit
on the leaves, blood at the roots
Black bodies swingin, in the southern
All strange fruit hangin... hangin from 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
This white girl me, as a rapist
Had me wishin I was harry houdini, the great
But it's, more 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 fled the pasture
Nah, not me 'cause, I'd get acquitted
But seemed every white face in town I did it
Or done it, shit about a hundred, white figures
Bearin triggers screaming, "kill nigger!"
I'm gettin just a little concerned
Cause in the south where I'm 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 two: danja

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 somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup
Tied my behind my back, tied my feet to the bumper
Of a pickup, truck, now I'm shucked like corn
Bein drug through the town, down
To the gravel, my clothes and unravel
I guess I'm guilty, the lynch mob the gavel
They me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists
When I beg and I plead I can't it like this
shoved a pole in my mouth (what? ) cause you see down south
Lynchin was a show, came out
See the mothers they daughters, to come and check the slaughters
And brought 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, by the muddy
Water of the for my slaughter
The order in this court was mutilation
I felt the cool sensation of a knife
through the joint of each toe, each finger
Each thumb and, it that's for touchin on a white woman
My screams and brought more celebration and cheers
twelve o'clock on new year's
A couldn't see, someone raised her higher
So she could watch them breakin out my teeth with the wire
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; when
They castrated me and my nuts as souveneirs (uh)
Gasoline cleaned my wounds liquor
Saw the flicker, begged em do it quicker
Ahh yes, the of burning flesh
A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my
Sweet death long awaited, I hang as a
A warning simply stated for a people that they
But nowadays, the turned like a wrench (aight)
Cause white folks no longer a reason to lynch (why? )
Cause when it comes down to it (uh-huh) no need to pursue it
When you got a niggaz round the country that'll do it
Think!

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