Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

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

scene of the gallant south
Them big bulging and the twisted mouth
of magnolia, clean and fresh
Then the sudden of burnin' flesh

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