《Strange Fruit》歌词

[00:00:00] Strange Fruit - Mary Coughlan

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

[00:00:11] Blood on the leaves and blood at the root

[00:00:22] Black bodies hanging in the breeze

[00:00:31] Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

[00:00:40] Pastoral scene of the gallant south

[00:00:51] The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth

[00:01:02] Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh

[00:01:12] Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

[00:01:24] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck

[00:01:32] For the rain to gather for the wind to suck

[00:01:43] For the sun to rot for the tree to drop

[00:01:54] Here is a strange and bitter crop