Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern trees strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the
Black bodies swinging in the breeze
fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted
Scent of magnolias, and fresh
Then the smell of burning flesh

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