Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern bearin' strange fruit
Blood on the and blood at the roots
Black swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit from the Poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the south
Them big bulging eyes and the twisted
Scent of magnolia, and fresh
the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

Here is a fruit for the to pluck
For the to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the leaves to
is a strange and bitter crop