Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Man With A Horn

The old man his story
the years gone by
How he played his down in New Orleans
In some old dive
"I 'em all back then." he said
As he out for his horn
He closed his eyes - and wet his
the blues were born.

He played with so feelin'
Tears came from his
He and reminisced a bit
And then he a sigh!
Said, "You know, I almost it
But that was before time
Dixieland, Po' Folks
ScatMan and wine."

Slapped his and gave a grin
It sure was good back
for his horn on the floor
Placed it in an old
That across his back
He "Goodbye!"
And out the door.

Enthused by he told me
I never got his
So, I the waitress over
And to explain
A tired old man - his tarnished
of years gone by
How he played his and reminisced
Smiled with eyes.

She you are mistaken
been no one but you
But I know who you're talkin'
I to know him, too
find him down on Basin Street
In back of an old
A stone reads, "Rest in Peace
I tried but it was hard."

He said, "Goodbye" shuffled out the door.