Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Thing (Video Mix)

(feat. Marsalis (instrumentally only))

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

[drum roll] [piano played]

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

It's roots are in the of the African
Or I say the mother. bringin us back again
From the on the Congo, we came with a strong flow
And to grow
move, to the beat of the t'balo
Now dig the and follow
For then it landed, on American
the sweat, the blood, and the toil
Hear, "Praise the Lord," on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to
Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the
Ringin smooth. in all the ears
the needs, and plantin the seeds
Of a jazz

King Oliver's was a train comin through
To Chicago, bringin the New groove
And when Satchmo blew, the audience
Basil Street was the whole house tune
It was music. to dance to
Great to to with a lot to say to you
a message, revealing the essence
Of a jazz

[DJ cuts "jazz music"]

In the 40's be-bop, the first be-bop
The be-bop, so let me talk about
Diz' and Byrd, the word
Defining how a beat be so complete
with ferocity, thinkin with velocity
About ornathology, or
And even?, and is real history
Monk, a melodious thunk
No were made with the notes he played
His conception, re condite?
A star glowing among dim lights
The critics did that he sounded alright
Mingus, such nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all over the
And Max Roach, cymbals
Bass drum talking, snare drum
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 step, and there was Ornette Coleman
He was another man
The original invisible, playing great
I wonder why the? Bangles? use it
Now see
The real is how music history
Created by white men or any white man
pretended he originated "uh-huh."
And contended he innovated "uh-huh."
A jazz
("Of we know who can really blow")
on the meaning
Of a thing

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

[Primo "I love jazz music"]

A thing...