Tangos, princesas y aullidos sin herida

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Letra, fuente

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.

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Letra, fuente

My man dont love me
Treats me oh so mean
My man he dont love me
Treats me awfully
Hes the, lowest man
That Ive ever see

He wears high trimmed pan
Stripes are really yellow
He wears high trimmed pan
Stripes are really yellow

But when he starts in to love me
Hes so fine and mellow

Love will make you drink and gamble
Make you stay out all night long repeat
Love will make you drink and gamble
Make you stay out all night long repeat

Love will make you do things
That you know is wrong

But if you treat me right baby
Ill stay home everyday
But if you treat me right baby
Ill stay home everyday

But youre so mean to me baby
I know youre gonna drive me away

Love is just like the faucet
It turns off and on
Love is just like the faucet
It turns off and on

Sometimes when you think its on baby
It has turned off and gone

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Letra, fuente

Night and day you are the one
Only you beneath the moon and sun
Whether near me or far
It’s no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you
Night and day
Day and night

Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic’s boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Night and day

Night and day under the hide of me
There’s an oh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me
And it’s torment won’t be trough
’till you spent my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day
Night and day

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It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place
Except you and me
So set ‘em’ up joe, I got a little story you autta know

We’re drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I’m feelin so bad, I hope they make the music
dreamy and sad

I could tell you a lot, but it’s not
In a gentleman’s code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You’d never know it, but buddy i’m a kind of poet
And i’ve got a lot of things i’d like to say
And if i’m gloomy, please listen to me
Till it’s talked away

Well that’s how it goes, and joe i know your gettin’
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn’t mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that i found, it’s gotta be drowned
Or it’s gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road