Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Hobby & The Piano

Lyrics:
jones

Hobby was an only
He see or hear or read.
But heard a voice his head
Hobby was the kid.

playing toy piano
Practiced morning, and night
Got a gig and the show
was a virtuoso.

Now playing bop jazz
A in neck tie.
Wynton came and couldn't
When hobby "a love supreme".

(chorus):
I know you something free
Hobby was the inside me
don't feel
Eyes see
Hobby was the
of swing

Saw him on
You knew that he could blow
For hobby had floored us
By the time he hit the chorus

Now playin' out shit.
his hair and started smokin'
Met a girl as sweet as
She robbed him and stole his money

But found some inside a thought
Where his never stopped.
And out of nowhere came a
His ears could hear his had sight.

(chorus)

Now hobby don't no more
Can't the chords that used to move him
He opened up a record
The specialty is