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 rhythm in his

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

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

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

On a mammy melody
You'll quit pouting
And a-shouting
No in doubting he knows the keys

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

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