Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

Down in
There's a piano playing man
He that they can't kid him
'Cause he's got hot in his hand

The blues that compose will thrill you
From your head to your
He called his song, rhythm
'Cause his black did it 'neath the moon

The keys he on sweetly
And left completely in a swoon
The strum
Mixed the rum-tum of melodious blues

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

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

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

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