Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern trees bearin' strange
Blood on the and blood at the roots
bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit from the Poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant
big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, clean and
Then the smell of burnin' flesh

is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the leaves to
Here is a and bitter crop