Luyện nghe bài hát Congo Square

Sundays was better than days
through Saturdays
Sundays we danced like no tomorrow
(Ellington) played piano in Storyville
We sang the Blues midnight until. . .
The sun up and we'd improvise

Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo on a dope patoi
Congo Square on a patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus)

(Young) was there, so was Ms. Badu
Louie (Armstrong) played turmpet on West End
that Jill Scott with my sweet Aunt Nancy (Wilson)
Sassy (Sarah Vaughn) and Ella (Fitzgerald) scattin' now
They start a frenzy in the crowd
Sistahs has been so resilient

Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo on a dope patoi
Congo Square on a dope patoi, all open on Yeshua (Jesus)

Ain't no filet gumbo babe the rue
Ain't no feelings without payin' dues
I'm gonna tie my bandana on
'Cause what kill me make me strong
Sing my (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song
And dig my roots up. . .Congo

(Dig man)

Sundays was the only days
took the place of the lonely days
Sundays we looked to the new
I see the at the end of the tunnel sir
Jazz and Blues born of the gospel
Black angels pick the white fiels of

Congo on a dope patoi, Congo Square on a dope patoi
Congo Square on a dope patoi, all open on Yeshua (Jesus)

Ain't no filet gumbo babe the rue
no joyous feelings without payin' dues
I'm gonna tie my pink on
'Cause what don't kill me make me
my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song
And dig my up. . .Congo Square. . .Congo Square
Square. . .Congo Square

(Party 'til the sun up)
(Play that man)