歌曲 | Strange Fruit |
歌手 | Beth Hart and Joe Bonamassa |
专辑 | Live In Amsterdam |
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. | |
Pastoral scene of the gallant south, | |
The big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, | |
Scent of magnolias, 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 leafs to drop, | |
Here is a strange and bitter crop. |