Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Thing (Video Mix)

(feat. Branford (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 keys

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

It's roots are in the of the African
Or should I say the mother. bringin us back
From the drummin on the Congo, we with a strong flow
And continue to
Feet move, to the beat of the
Now dig the and follow
For it landed, on American soil
the sweat, the blood, and the toil
Hear, "Praise the Lord," on chain gangs
they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie blues
St. Louis blues, they all the news
Ringin smooth. in all the ears
Fulfillin the needs, and the seeds
Of a jazz

King Oliver's group was a train through
To Chicago, the New Orleans groove
And when Satchmo blew, the knew
Basil Street blues was the whole tune
It was music. great to 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 be-bop, the first be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me talk
Diz' and Byrd, the word
Defining how a beat could be so
Playing with ferocity, with velocity
ornathology, or anthropology
And even?, and this is history
Theolonious Monk, a thunk
No were made with the notes he played
His conception, re condite?
A glowing bright among dim lights
The critics did cite he sounded alright
Mingus, such nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all the place
And Max Roach, cymbals
Bass talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring. the
Of a thing

Coltrane, a man supreme
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 Ornette
He was soul man
The invisible, playing great music
I wonder why the? couldn't use it
Now see
The real mystery is how music
by white men or any other white man
That he originated "uh-huh."
And contended he innovated "uh-huh."
A jazz
("Of course we who can really blow")
Scheamin on the
Of a thing

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

scratches "I love jazz music"]

A thing...