Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern trees a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and at the root
Black bodies in the southern breeze
fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the south
Bulging eyes and the mouth
Scent of magnolia and fresh
Then the sudden smell of flesh

Here is a fruit for the crow to
For the rain to wither, for the wind to
For the sun to rot, for the to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop, dead

Pastoral of the gallant south
eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of sweet and fresh
Then the smell of burning flesh

Here is a for the crow to pluck
For the rain to wither, for the to suck
For the sun to rot, for the to drop
is a strange and bitter crop, it's dead