Luyện nghe bài hát Congo Square

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

Congo Square on a dope patoi, 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 Jill Scott with my sweet Aunt Nancy (Wilson)
Sassy (Sarah Vaughn) and Ella (Fitzgerald) scattin' now
start a frenzy there in the crowd
Sistahs has been so resilient

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 gumbo babe without the rue
Ain't no 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 of the lonely 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 the white fiels of cotton

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

Ain't no gumbo babe without the rue
Ain't no joyous without payin' dues
I'm tie my pink bandana on
'Cause what don't kill me 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 that man)