Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern bear strange fruit
Blood on the and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the breeze
Strange fruit hanging the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant
The bulging and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and
Then the smell of burning flesh

Here is 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 crop