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Birth of the Blues - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
Written by：Brown/Henderson/DeSylva
These are the blues
Nothing but blues
Oh they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They was they didn't what to use
That is how the blues really began
They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail
Of a down hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
They pushed it through a horn
'Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it
They rehearsed it
And then sent out that news
That the southland gave birth to the blues
They nursed it
Then they rehearsed it
And then sent out that news
That the southland a gave birth to the blues
