Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

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

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

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

When he plays the note
And a new note
You'll that he wrote a symphony
But he's improvising

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

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

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