Lyrics:
And I would like to play a
Little tune I just composed not so long ago
Ms. Billie Holiday
Byrd?
The music called Jazz
It's roots are in the sounds
crawl
Playing ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five-grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slum's got so
crawl
Playing ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five-grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slum's got so
crawl
Playing ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slum's got so
crawl
Playing ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five-grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slum's got so
Playing ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five-grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slum's got so much soul
It's
ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the brothers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It's time
strong
Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song
And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square
(Dig this man)
Sundays was really the only days
That took
Santa, baby, please be fast
Joy to the world and all that jazz
It's a wonderful life to be happy with the people you love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So fix
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
매번 그르치게 돼
Holiday, Holiday
지금이 몇 신지 무슨 요일인지 하나도 안 중요해
그저 흘러가는 대로 Woo
Slow dance 뭐 어때
그냥 오늘 하루쯤은 내 맘대로 해
Like a jazz , All night All day
Keep playing jazz on the radio
What I need are memories
Provided by my friends and family
To make it a happy holiday
One double two six
Oh it feels so
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Here's one more year
Of emptiness
More loneliness
There goes my friends
The jazz of death
Chicken skin
If nothing improves
I
On their sessions, they
Had been from other areas of
Music such as classical
Jazz or Indian music for the first time
Here was a star musician performing
of the palette, all sanguine and cool
The music mostly jazz, the jazz mostly old
Punctured by some punk and some old smoky soul
An atlas on the trunk from
Cisza plaża drinki jazz
Z tobą nie wiem co to stres
Rzucasz stanik chodzisz bez
W dłoniach joint mam Lemon Haze
Ledwo trzymam pion znowu stoję
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It’s Christmastime again
It’s Christmastime again
Oh what lovely thing the holiday brings
when the day turns 25
It’s Christmastime again
It’s
Everyday is a holiday
Un air de jazz, des cocktails à la plage
Everyday is a holiday
c l'aube du dernier jour, il ne reste que l'amour
Cher petit
on the busiest streets
Whatever situation or the circumstances
Outdoor, indoor, she's taking the chances
Hotel, motel or Holiday Inn
Overlooking that bible,
for
Perverts this being the big
Holiday for perverts in
The United States this song
Is called "Penguin In
Bondage" And then after "Penguin In Bondage"
Play ethnicity jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Bragging that you know
How the brothers feel cold
And the slum's got so much
Mezz blew hot New Orleans jazz
Vipers drew in another drag, we's clean
Porkpie hats, minor leagues
Cutting sides for no royalties, we's green
33 was
the holidays
Now your friends all nervous to speak, they act afraid
I was your best, how it get to this
As I reminisce, takin' off my MJs in my empty crib
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