Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

Down in
There's a grand piano man
He knows that they kid him
'Cause he's got hot in his hand

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

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

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

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

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

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