Southern trees, bare us strange fruit Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots Black bodies swingin, in the Southern breeze All that strange fruit hangin
Drea and Danny!] (Strange fruit) I ain't ashamed to say it I don't think that we advancin', black People still be plantin' that (Strange fruit) I don'
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' from
Moon, January 1994) Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit
Gli alberi del sud fanno strani frutti Sangue sulle foglie, sangue sulle radici Corpi neri dondolano nella brezza del sud Strani frutti penzolanti dai
type of cat you wanna fool wit It's strange fruit... [Chorus] [Tragedy Khadafi] The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit Survivalist, basing
hum, hu-hum... hahm... Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves, an' blood at the root. Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze. Strange fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from
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
Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
Strange Fruit by Lewis Allen, Sonny White Seven trees Bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves And blood at the roots Black bodies Swinging in the
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
prove shit I'm not the type of cat you wanna fool wit It's strange fruit The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit Survivalist, basing my life
sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop Here is a strange and bitter crop Here is a strange and bitter crop
just a memory you hold There is no real decay, no feeling of the skin No juice Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit It never lets that sun out, strange fruit