Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern bearing a strange fruit
on the leaves and blood at the root
Black swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging the poplar trees

Pastoral of the gallant south
Bulging eyes and the mouth
Scent of magnolia and fresh
the sudden smell of burning flesh

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

Pastoral scene of the south
Bulging and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and
Then the smell of burning flesh

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