歌词
Lewis allen
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 poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
专辑信息
2.********
5.Rise
6.Cry
10.Real Rap
12.The Link Up
13.Go Swiss
14.Flo' Fashion
17.Shake A Leg
19.Countdown
23.Underground
24.Uh Oh
25.Get Set
26.Pull Up Dat
29.Typical Me
30.Forward 2
31.Forward 2
32.SKA Riddim
33.North Weezey
34.What We Do
35.Come On
36.Murkle Man
37.No
38.So Real
39.Let It Go
40.None Of Them
41.G.C.S.E
43.Bad Boys
45.Face Off
46.Jamrock
48.Sometimes
49.Memory Lane