Luyện nghe bài hát Congo Square

Sundays was better than other
Mondays through
we danced like there's no tomorrow
Duke (Ellington) played piano in
We the Blues round midnight until. . .
The sun came up and improvise

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

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

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

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

(Dig man)

Sundays was really the only
That took the of the lonely days
Sundays we to the new horizions
I see the at the end of the tunnel sir
Jazz and born of the slave gospel
angels pick the white fiels of cotton

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

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

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