Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

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

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

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

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

On a southern mammy
quit your 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
Makes the gang stick with him all long

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