Strange Fruit
๐ต 483 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:17 duration
๐ ID: 7604786
๐ Lyrics
Southern trees bearin' strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the Poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' 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 leaves 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 hangin' from the Poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' 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 leaves to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.16] Southern trees bearin' strange fruit
[00:31.21] Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
[00:49.44] Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
[01:05.52] Strange fruit hangin' from the Poplar trees
[01:29.77] Pastoral scene of the gallant south
[01:40.81] Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[01:59.05] Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh
[02:11.78] Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
[02:31.43] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:43.59] For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:58.65] For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop
[03:30.96] Here is a strange and bitter crop
[03:52.11]
[00:31.21] Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
[00:49.44] Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
[01:05.52] Strange fruit hangin' from the Poplar trees
[01:29.77] Pastoral scene of the gallant south
[01:40.81] Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[01:59.05] Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh
[02:11.78] Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
[02:31.43] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:43.59] For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:58.65] For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop
[03:30.96] Here is a strange and bitter crop
[03:52.11]