Luyện nghe bài hát Congo Square

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

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

(Young) was there, so was Ms. Badu
Louie (Armstrong) played on West End Blues
Ain't that Jill Scott my sweet Aunt Nancy (Wilson)
Sassy (Sarah Vaughn) and Ella (Fitzgerald) start now
They a frenzy there in the crowd
Sistahs has been so resilient

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

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

(Dig man)

Sundays was really the days
That took the place of the days
Sundays we looked to the new
I see the light at the end of the sir
Jazz and born of the slave gospel
Black angels pick the white of cotton

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

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

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