Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

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

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

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