Luyện nghe bài hát Congo Square

Sundays was better other days
through Saturdays
Sundays we danced there's no tomorrow
Duke (Ellington) piano in Storyville
We the Blues round midnight until. . .
The sun came up and we'd

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

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

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

(Dig man)

Sundays was really the only
That the place of the lonely days
we looked to the new horizions
I see the at the end of the tunnel sir
Jazz and Blues born of the slave
Black pick the white fiels of cotton

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

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

(Party the sun come up)
(Play that man)