[00:00.000] 作词 : Lewis Allan[00:00.000] 作曲 : Lewis Allan[00:00.000]Writer(s): Lewis Allan, Maurice Pearl, Dwayne P. Wiggins[00:02.580]Southern trees bearin' strange fruit[00:16.890]Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots[00:30.870]Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze[00:44.040]Strange fruit hangin' from the Poplar trees[00:57.330]Pastoral scene of the gallant south[01:10.070]Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth[01:22.760]Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh[01:36.720]Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh[01:50.310]Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck[02:06.600]For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck[02:17.040]For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop[02:41.750]Here is a strange and bitter crop