《Black Rhythm》歌词

[00:00:00] Black Rhythm - Cab Calloway/His Orchestra

[00:00:01] Written by：Heywood/Irving Mills

[00:00:42] Down in Louisiana

[00:00:45] There's a grand piano playing man

[00:00:51] He knows that they can't kid him

[00:00:54] 'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand

[00:01:00] The blues that he'll compose will thrill you

[00:01:04] From your head to your toes

[00:01:10] He called his song black rhythm

[00:01:13] 'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon

[00:01:19] The keys he plays on sweetly

[00:01:22] And you're left completely in a swoon

[00:01:29] Oh melan choly strum

[00:01:32] Mixed with the rum tum of melodious blues

[00:01:40] When he plays the blue note

[00:01:41] And adds a new note

[00:01:43] You'll think that he wrote a symphony

[00:01:48] But he's just improvising

[00:01:51] On a southern mammy melody

[00:01:58] You'll quit your pouting

[00:02:00] And start a shouting

[00:02:02] No need in doubting

[00:02:04] He knows the keys

[00:02:07] He can lay on the white ones

[00:02:10] Can play on the black ones with ease

[00:02:17] The way he plays black rhythm

[00:02:20] Makes the gang stick with him all night long

[00:02:27] Forget the hour is late

[00:02:29] They hear him syncopate his mournful song

[00:02:36] A humming like the breeze

[00:02:39] A strumming lightly on those ivories