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The Birth of the Blues - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
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 from
They didn't know just what to use
This 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 a part of the blues
From a whippoorwill way upon a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Until 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 they sent out that news
That the Southland they gave birth to the blues
