Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Fruit

Southern trees strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the trees.

Pastoral of the gallant south,
The bulging and the twisted mouth,
of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of flesh.

Here is for the crows to pluck,
For the to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the to drop,
Here is a strange and crop.