Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Thing (Video Mix)

(feat. Branford (instrumentally only))

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

[drum roll] [piano played]

"Byrd.?" [trumpet solo] [group
[Guru] "The music jazz."

It's are in the sounds of the African
Or should I say the mother. us back again
the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow
And to grow
Feet move, to the beat of the
Now dig the and follow
For then it landed, on soil
the sweat, the blood, and the toil
Hear, "Praise the Lord," on chain gangs
Pain felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the
smooth. in all the listeners ears
Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the
Of a jazz

Oliver's group was a train comin through
To Chicago, the New Orleans groove
And when blew, the audience knew
Basil Street was the whole house tune
It was music. to dance to
Great to to with a lot to say to you
Relaying a message, the essence
Of a thing

[DJ cuts "jazz music"]

In the 40's be-bop, the first be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me about
and Byrd, givin the word
Defining how a beat could be so
Playing ferocity, thinkin with velocity
About ornathology, or
And even?, and is real history
Theolonious Monk, a thunk
No mistakes were made the notes he played
His conception, was? re
A star glowing among dim lights
The critics did cite he sounded alright
Charlie Mingus, such nimble
Droppin the bass, all over the
And Max Roach, cymbals
Bass drum talking, drum rocking
Restructuring. the
Of a thing

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

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

[Primo scratches "I jazz music"]

A thing...