Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Thing (Video Mix)

(feat. Branford (instrumentally only))

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

[drum roll] [piano keys

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

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

King Oliver's group was a comin through
To Chicago, bringin the New Orleans
And when Satchmo blew, the knew
Basil Street blues was the whole house
It was music. great to to
Great to to with a lot to say to you
Relaying a message, the essence
Of a jazz

[DJ Premier "jazz music"]

In the 40's came be-bop, the be-bop
The be-bop, so let me talk about
Diz' and Byrd, givin the
Defining how a beat be so complete
Playing with ferocity, thinkin velocity
About ornathology, or
And even?, and is real history
Monk, a melodious thunk
No mistakes made with the notes he played
His conception, was? re
A star bright among dim lights
The did cite that he sounded alright
Mingus, such nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all the place
And Max Roach, socking
drum talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring. the
Of a thing

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

And music 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 simply good
And you refuse it
She's takin her time, makin the rhyme
Sonny Rollins, saxophone
With a big old tone, poems
With notes as words, and haven't you
NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST
Now there's cats blowin
And and more people, yes they will be knowin
Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna
And as the unfold, remember who foretold
The 90's, be the decade of
A thing "I love jazz music" [x3]

scratches "I love jazz music"]

A thing...