Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

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

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

The keys he plays on
And left completely in a swoon
The melancholy
Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious

he plays the blue note
And a new note
You'll think that he a symphony
But just improvising

On a southern mammy
You'll quit pouting
And start
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
hear him syncopate his mournful song
A-humming like the
A-strumming lightly on those