Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Thing (Video Mix)

(feat. Branford (instrumentally only))

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

[drum roll] keys played]

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

It's roots are in the sounds of the
Or should I say the mother. bringin us back
From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a flow
And to grow
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," shouted on gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to
Scott rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, were all the news
smooth. in all the listeners ears
Fulfillin the needs, and the seeds
Of a thing

King group was a train comin through
To Chicago, bringin the New groove
And when blew, the audience knew
Street blues was the whole house tune
It was music. great to to
Great to to with a lot to say to you
Relaying a message, revealing the
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, givin the
how a beat could be so complete
Playing ferocity, thinkin with velocity
About ornathology, or
And even?, and this is history
Theolonious Monk, a melodious
No mistakes were made with the he played
His conception, was? re
A star glowing among dim lights
The critics did that he sounded alright
Mingus, such nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all the place
And Max Roach, cymbals
Bass drum talking, drum rocking
Restructuring. the
Of a jazz

Coltrane, a man supreme
He was the cream. he was the one
The of Afro Blue
And of the promise, was not kept
He was a step, and there was Ornette Coleman
He was another man
The original invisible, great music
I wonder why Bangles? couldn't use it
Now see
The real mystery is how music
Created by white men or any other man
pretended he originated "uh-huh."
And contended that he "uh-huh."
A thing
("Of course we know who can blow")
on the meaning
Of a thing

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

[Primo scratches "I jazz music"]

A thing...