Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern trees strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the
Black bodies in the southern breeze
fruit hangin' from the Poplar trees

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

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