Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

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

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

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

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

On a mammy melody
quit 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 with him all long

the hour is late
They hear him syncopate his song
like the breeze
A-strumming on those ivories