Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

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

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

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

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

On a southern mammy
You'll quit your
And a-shouting
No need in doubting he the keys

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

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