《Srange Fruit》歌词

[00:02:48] Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit

[00:02:48] Southern trees bear a strange fruit

[00:02:48] Blood on the leaves and blood at the root

[00:02:48] Black body swaying in the Southern breeze

[00:02:48] Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

[00:02:48] Pastoral scene of the Gallant South

[00:02:48] The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth

[00:02:48] Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh

[00:02:48] Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

[00:02:48] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck

[00:02:48] For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck

[00:02:48] For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop

[00:02:48] Here is a strange and bitter fruit