[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:43.94]Down in Louisiana [00:46.45]There's a grand piano playing man [00:52.76]He knows that they can't kid him [00:55.70]'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand [01:02.12]The blues that he'll compose will thrill you [01:05.88]From your head to your toes [01:11.94]He called his song black rhythm [01:14.62]'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon [01:21.50]The keys he plays on sweetly [01:24.82]And you're left completely in a swoon [01:31.51]The melancholy strum [01:34.13]Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious blues [01:42.28]When he plays the blue note [01:44.09]And adds a new note [01:45.84]You'll think that he wrote a symphony [01:51.30]But he's just improvising [01:54.24]On a southern mammy melody [02:01.84]You'll quit your pouting [02:03.47]And start a-shouting [02:05.40]No need in doubting he knows the keys [02:10.91]He can lay on the white ones [02:13.21]Can play on the black ones with ease [02:20.21]The way he plays black rhythm [02:23.46]Makes the gang stick with him all night long [02:30.28]Forget the hour is late [02:32.65]They hear him syncopate his mournful song [02:39.89]A-humming like the breeze [02:43.44]A-strumming lightly on those ivories
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:43.94]Down in Louisiana
[00:46.45]There's a grand piano playing man
[00:52.76]He knows that they can't kid him
[00:55.70]'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand
[01:02.12]The blues that he'll compose will thrill you
[01:05.88]From your head to your toes
[01:11.94]He called his song black rhythm
[01:14.62]'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon
[01:21.50]The keys he plays on sweetly
[01:24.82]And you're left completely in a swoon
[01:31.51]The melancholy strum
[01:34.13]Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious blues
[01:42.28]When he plays the blue note
[01:44.09]And adds a new note
[01:45.84]You'll think that he wrote a symphony
[01:51.30]But he's just improvising
[01:54.24]On a southern mammy melody
[02:01.84]You'll quit your pouting
[02:03.47]And start a-shouting
[02:05.40]No need in doubting he knows the keys
[02:10.91]He can lay on the white ones
[02:13.21]Can play on the black ones with ease
[02:20.21]The way he plays black rhythm
[02:23.46]Makes the gang stick with him all night long
[02:30.28]Forget the hour is late
[02:32.65]They hear him syncopate his mournful song
[02:39.89]A-humming like the breeze
[02:43.44]A-strumming lightly on those ivories
