Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern trees strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the
Black bodies in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' the Poplar trees

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

Here is a fruit for the to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to
For the sun to rot, for the to drop
Here is a strange and bitter