Luyện nghe bài hát Jehovah & All That Jazz

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the
in the sun
I for thee
Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the born of
The viper's
You set me free
Hey, you cranks and you clowns with heads hanging down
I bring good to you
For all the that he has jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do

See the rose sprung from the of dung
The shafthorse hot and heavy shamelessly
Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to and blood
Now that you and me
Hey, you shakespeares in rags little and hags
To thine own be true
Well, he may be beautiful and king but jehovah he don't swing like the

Birdman, birdman, the word, man
Into the we go
Billie, billie, me silly
Sing to me and low
me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice
I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in

So I toot my toot for the man roots
Hey, on the e-flat flute play on, play on
All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen for hell
Come along
Come on, you potty-trained spouting' isms and ain'ts
Dig the my man
Well all deference to his
Gabriel he play no saxophone like coltrane can

Now, save me from losing my to a heaven as cold as ice
I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in

I'd sooner fire than kill my desire

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard and the riffraff
in the sun
I for you
For all the talent he has jehovah don't jazz like the devil do
Yeah, the do
Must he do
Ah, da do

Birdman, birdman, the word, man
the night we go
Billie, billie, me silly
Sing to me and low

Foll all the talent that he has jehovah play no jazz ....