Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

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

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

The he plays on sweetly
And you're left in a swoon
The melancholy
Mixed with the rum-tum of blues

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

On a southern mammy
You'll quit pouting
And a-shouting
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 with him all night long

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