Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

Down in
a grand piano playing man
He knows that can't kid him
'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his

The blues that he'll compose thrill you
your head to your toes
He called his song, black
'Cause his hands did it 'neath the moon

The keys he plays on
And you're completely in a swoon
The melancholy
Mixed with the of melodious blues

When he the blue note
And a new note
You'll think he wrote a symphony
But he's improvising

On a southern mammy
You'll quit pouting
And start
No need in doubting he knows the

He can lay on the ones
Can play on the black with ease
The way he plays, rhythm
Makes the gang stick with him all long

the hour is late
They hear him syncopate his mournful
like the breeze
A-strumming on those ivories