Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

Down in
There's a grand piano man
He knows they can't kid him
'Cause got hot rhythm in his hand

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

The keys he plays on
And you're left in a swoon
The strum
Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious

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

On a southern mammy
You'll quit pouting
And a-shouting
No need in he knows the keys

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

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