Luyện nghe bài hát Old Music Master

One long ago by the light of the moon
An old music sat composing a tune
His spirit was soaring and his heart of joy
When right out of nowhere
A little boy

You gotta it, music master
You gotta play that rhythm
You're never gonna get it
On the Cat Hit Parade

You tell your friend Beethoven
And Mister Reginald De
They better do the as you
Or they're be corny too

Long 1917
Jazz'll come the scene
about 1935
You'll begin to swing
Boogie and jive

You gotta show that big
That you're a solid master
And achieve posterity
That's a bit of advice me

The old music
sat there amazed
As wide-eyed and
He gazed and he

How can you be certain boy
Tell me
I was born, my friend
A hundred from now

He hit a that rocked the spinet
And disappeared the infinite
And up until the day
You can it from me
He's as as can be
Ev'rything has that-a-way