Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Thing (Video Mix)

(feat. Branford (instrumentally only))

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

[drum roll] [piano played]

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

It's are in the sounds of the African
Or I say the mother. bringin us back again
From the drummin on the Congo, we with a strong flow
And continue to
Feet move, to the beat of the
Now dig the story and
For then it landed, on soil
the sweat, the blood, and the toil
Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain
Pain they felt, but it helped them to
Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, were all the news
Ringin smooth. in all the ears
the needs, and plantin the seeds
Of a thing

Oliver's group was a train comin through
To Chicago, bringin the New groove
And when Satchmo blew, the knew
Street blues was the whole house tune
It was music. to dance to
Great to to with a lot to say to you
Relaying a message, revealing the
Of a thing

[DJ cuts "jazz music"]

In the 40's came be-bop, the be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me about
Diz' and Byrd, the word
how a beat could be so complete
Playing with ferocity, thinkin velocity
About ornathology, or
And even?, and this is history
Theolonious Monk, a melodious
No were made with the notes he played
His conception, was? re
A star glowing bright among dim
The critics did that he sounded alright
Mingus, such nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all the place
And Max Roach, socking
Bass talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring. the
Of a jazz

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

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

scratches "I love jazz music"]

A thing...