Strange Fruit (Live at Philharmonic Hall, Los Angeles, 1945) Billie Holiday
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[Intro]
And now I'd like to sing a tune, it was written especially for me
It's titled "Strange Fruit," I do hope you like it
[Verse 1]
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
[Verse 2]
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
[Verse 3]
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gathеr, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Hеre is a strange and bitter crop
And now I'd like to sing a tune, it was written especially for me
It's titled "Strange Fruit," I do hope you like it
[Verse 1]
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
[Verse 2]
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
[Verse 3]
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gathеr, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Hеre is a strange and bitter crop
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