Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear fruit
on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the trees

Pastoral of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the mouth
of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the smell of burning flesh

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