Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

STING - STRANGE (Billie Holiday)
trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the and blood at the root
Black swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the South
Bulging eyes and the mouth
of magnolia sweet and fresh
And the smell of burning flesh.
Here is the fruit for the to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to
For the sun to rot, for the trees to
Here is a and bitter crop.