Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Thing (Video Mix)

(feat. Marsalis (instrumentally only))

"I would like to play a. tune I just composed not so long ago"
"Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Holiday"

[drum [piano keys played]

"Byrd.?" [trumpet [group horns]
[Guru] "The called jazz."

It's roots are in the sounds of the
Or should I say the mother. bringin us back
From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a flow
And to grow
move, to the beat of the t'balo
Now dig the and follow
For it landed, on American soil
Through the sweat, the blood, and the
Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on gangs
they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's
St. blues, they were all the news
Ringin smooth. in all the ears
Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the
Of a jazz

King group was a train comin through
To Chicago, bringin the New groove
And when blew, the audience knew
Basil Street was the whole house tune
It was music. great to to
to romance to with a lot to say to you
Relaying a message, the essence
Of a jazz

[DJ cuts "jazz music"]

In the 40's came be-bop, the be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me talk
and Byrd, givin the word
Defining how a could be so complete
Playing ferocity, thinkin with velocity
About ornathology, or
And even?, and this is real
Theolonious Monk, a melodious
No mistakes were made the notes he played
His conception, was? re
A star glowing bright among dim
The critics did cite that he sounded
Mingus, such nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all the place
And Max Roach, cymbals
Bass drum talking, drum rocking
Restructuring. the
Of a jazz

Coltrane, a man supreme
He was the cream. he was the one
The of Afro Blue
And of the promise, was not kept
He was a GIANT step, and was Ornette Coleman
He was soul man
The original invisible, playing great
I why the? Bangles? couldn't use it
Now see
The real mystery is how music
by white men or any other white man
That pretended he "uh-huh."
And contended that he "uh-huh."
A jazz
("Of course we know who can blow")
Scheamin on the
Of a thing

And this ain't dead, so don't be misled
By those who said that was on it's deathbed
Cause Betty Carter sings a song
Ain't nuttin goin on, but good music
And you refuse it
She's takin her time, makin the rhyme
Sonny Rollins, tenor
a big old tone, recitin poems
With notes as words, and haven't you
STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO
Now young cats blowin
And more and more people, yes they be knowin
ain't the past, this music's gonna last
And as the facts unfold, who foretold
The 90's, be the decade of
A jazz thing "I love music" [x3]

scratches "I love jazz music"]

A thing...