Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

STING - STRANGE (Billie Holiday)
Southern trees a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the
Black bodies swinging in the breeze
Strange fruit from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the South
Bulging and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and
And the sudden of burning flesh.
Here is the fruit for the crows to
For the rain to gather, for the to suck
For the sun to rot, for the to drop
is a strange and bitter crop.