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] keys played]

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

It's roots are in the of the African
Or should I say the mother. bringin us again
From the on the Congo, we came 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
Through the sweat, the blood, and the
Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain
Pain they felt, but it helped them to
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the
Ringin smooth. in all the ears
the needs, and plantin the seeds
Of a jazz

Oliver's group was a train comin through
To Chicago, the New Orleans groove
And when blew, the audience knew
Basil blues 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 thing

[DJ cuts "jazz music"]

In the came be-bop, the first be-bop
The be-bop, so let me talk about
and Byrd, givin the word
Defining how a beat be so complete
Playing with ferocity, thinkin velocity
ornathology, or anthropology
And even?, and is real history
Theolonious Monk, a melodious
No mistakes were made with the notes he
His conception, was? re
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
drum talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring. the
Of a thing

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

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

[Primo scratches "I jazz music"]

A thing...