Strange Fruit
๐ต 487 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:38 duration
๐ ID: 10442879
๐ Lyrics
The Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop...
Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:19.68] The Southern trees bear a strange fruit
[01:27.75] Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
[01:37.79] Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
[01:45.84] Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
[02:03.99] Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
[02:12.07] The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[02:21.18] Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
[02:29.28] Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
[02:38.30] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:45.53] For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:54.67] For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
[03:09.16] Here is a strange and bitter crop...
[03:29.96]
[01:27.75] Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
[01:37.79] Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
[01:45.84] Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
[02:03.99] Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
[02:12.07] The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[02:21.18] Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
[02:29.28] Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
[02:38.30] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:45.53] For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:54.67] For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
[03:09.16] Here is a strange and bitter crop...
[03:29.96]