Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

Gather 'n hear my story
Oh boy
'Bout the when Jelly Roll was in town
(Stompin' it off, it off)
He heard a local

joy
Stompin' out music on an old upright
Here comes
That was downright ragged in a Scott way
(Here he comes, of the stomp)

Ol' Jelly knew the fella play
Dig him
By the things he his right hand say
(Now, gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' the man could swing)

When Jelly demanded his name
Hail, Porter
Well, the man "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)

By
Well, lef' th' city, but he wrote
(Dig I'm)
Y' dig I'm

A ditty 'bout the Porter
(Dig I'm)
Y' dig I'm
Who was "King O' The Stomp"
Porter sho' can stomp

Jelly wrote a ditty a fella who could romp
This is the "King Porter Stomp"

When Porter's stridin' hands are
An' all his fingers are
His two feet stompin' in ragged
That's a that is so sublime y' dig it?

He's generatin' so much
Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight
N' that's that fella named Porter
His style's the o' swing
(Well, well, well)
Oh, well, go on n' it

When Jelly first heard Porter
He declared he heard the very heart an' of swing
A certain ragged o' romp
In a jump and a stomp

Jelly heard, well, he really knew
Because he too
That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone
Another thing, never heard of

"Somethin' else" is the sort o'
A prob'ly have t'use
If'e was describe
The way Porter

There never was an gonna be
strider fine as he
I know no other ear will ever hear like it here

Who you
Dig stompin'
See them
They

Sweat is
Hips're
is droppin'
Souls

Heat is
Folks're
is passin'
Arms

contagion
Takin'
is ragin'
All

Hey, that
stomp knocked me outta my hat
Who's that piano?
Tell me his name, he's boun' f' fame

'N how'd he such rhythm?
Did he it here with I'm?
What cat is King Porter?
an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp

Everybody and gigglin'
Mercy, take a look at that
See the cutie in the
She's losin' her blues by stompin' outta her

The folks are n' hoppin'
Dig how all the fingers're
Over a wild cat stone drunk
The be his bunk

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Just keep on till we
fallin' right through the floor

It's so
You more?
git it

Porter, he's the
He how to stomp an' swing
That's Porter
of how to stomp

Outside the moon is
Inside the joint is
Them can really, really party
All night

Porter's
Gits everybody
Then knows that one thing
Porter's

the absolute master of stomp?
King
The rollicking Rajah of
King

The plunker
side o' the border?
Who? Except Porter

Who is the of the keys?
Porter
An' constantly to please?
Porter
An' who ivories like nobody livin'?
That's King Porter, the man

yo' shoes
(Unloosen yo' shoes)
Start payin' dues
(Start payin' dues)

Git o' them blues
Git o' them
Dang blue, you don't shed 'em, you lose
Spend a
(Spend a quarter)

Give the
(Give the order)
Mr.
Barrellhouse man git t' stompin'
Make 'em git hot, git 'em
The got t' dig King stomp