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 [piano keys played]

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

It's roots are in the sounds of the
Or should I say the mother. bringin us back
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 and follow
For then it landed, on soil
Through the sweat, the blood, and the
Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on gangs
they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie blues
St. blues, they were all the news
Ringin smooth. in all the listeners
Fulfillin the needs, and the seeds
Of a thing

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

[DJ cuts "jazz music"]

In the 40's came be-bop, the be-bop
The be-bop, so let me talk about
and Byrd, givin the word
Defining how a could be so complete
Playing with ferocity, thinkin velocity
About ornathology, or
And even?, and is real history
Theolonious Monk, a melodious
No mistakes were made with the notes he
His conception, re condite?
A star glowing bright among dim
The critics did cite he sounded alright
Charlie Mingus, nimble fingers
the bass, all over the place
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 of Afro Blue
And of the promise, was not kept
He was a step, and there was Ornette Coleman
He was soul 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 contended that he "uh-huh."
A jazz
("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 that jazz was on it's deathbed
Cause when Betty sings a song
Ain't goin on, but simply good music
And you refuse it
She's her time, makin the nuances rhyme
Sonny Rollins, saxophone
With a big old tone, recitin
With notes as words, and you heard
NEXT BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO
Now there's cats blowin
And more and more people, yes they will be
Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna
And as the facts unfold, who foretold
The 90's, will be the of
A jazz "I love jazz music" [x3]

[Primo scratches "I love music"]

A thing...