Luyện nghe bài hát Jehovah & All That Jazz

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard and the riffraff
in the sun
I for thee
Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the born of
The nest
You have set me
Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging
I bring tidings to you
For all the talent he has jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do

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

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 in paradise

So I toot my toot for the man with
Hey, fifer on the flute play on, play on
All you sinners and you you you artful madmen bound for hell
Come sing
Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and
Dig the my man
Well all deference to his
Gabriel he don't play no saxophone like can

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

I'd catch fire than kill my desire

Hail to the and his cardboard drum 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
admit he do
Ah, da do

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

Foll all the talent he has jehovah don't play no jazz ....