Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

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

Pastoral scene of the gallant
Them big bulging eyes and the twisted
of magnolia, clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin'

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