Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rhythm

Down in
There's a grand piano man
He knows that can't kid him
he's got hot rhythm in his hand

The blues that compose will thrill you
From your head to your
He his song, black rhythm
'Cause his black hands did it the moon

The he plays on sweetly
And you're left completely in a
The melancholy
Mixed with the of melodious blues

When he plays the note
And a new note
You'll think that he wrote a
But he's just

On a mammy melody
You'll quit your
And start
No need in doubting he the keys

He can lay on the white
Can play on the black ones with
The way he plays, rhythm
Makes the gang with him all night long

Forget the is late
They hear him syncopate his mournful
A-humming the breeze
A-strumming lightly on ivories