Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Thing (Video Mix)

(feat. Marsalis (instrumentally only))

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

[drum roll] keys played]

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

It's are in the sounds of the African
Or I say the mother. bringin us back again
From the on the Congo, we came with a strong flow
And continue to
Feet move, to the of the t'balo
Now dig the story and
For then it landed, on soil
the sweat, the blood, and the toil
Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain
Pain they felt, but it helped to maintain
Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, were all the news
smooth. in all the listeners ears
Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the
Of a jazz

King group was a train comin through
To Chicago, the New Orleans groove
And when Satchmo blew, the knew
Basil blues was the whole house tune
It was music. to dance to
Great to romance to a lot to say to you
a message, revealing 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 about
Diz' and Byrd, givin the
Defining how a could be so complete
Playing with ferocity, thinkin with
About ornathology, or
And even?, and is real history
Monk, a melodious thunk
No mistakes were made with the notes he
His conception, re condite?
A star glowing bright among dim
The critics did that he sounded alright
Charlie Mingus, nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all over the
And Max Roach, cymbals
Bass drum talking, drum rocking
Restructuring. the
Of a thing

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

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

[Primo scratches "I love music"]

A thing...