Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

Gather roun' 'n my story
Oh boy
'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in
(Stompin' it off, it off)
He a local pianist

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

Ol' Jelly knew the could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right say
(Now, we're romp)
(There was no that the man could swing)

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

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

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

wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could romp
This is the tune "King Stomp"

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

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

When Jelly heard Porter King
He declared he heard the very heart an' of swing
A ragged kind o' romp
In between a and a stomp

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

"Somethin' else" is the o' phrase
A fella'd prob'ly t'use
was gonna describe
The way Porter

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

Who you
Dig them
See bunchin'
They

is poppin'
Hips're
Funk is
soulin'

Heat is
swingin'
Time is
flingin'

There's
Takin'
Swing is
All

Hey, that
That stomp me outta my hat
Who's that abusin'
me his name, because he's boun' f' fame

'N how'd he figure such
Did he it here with I'm?
What kinda cat is Porter?
Plinkin' an' plunkin' romp he calls a stomp

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

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

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

It's so
You more?
git it

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

Outside the is beamin'
the joint is steamin'
Them can really, really party
All night

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

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

The plunker
This side o' the
Except King Porter

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

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

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

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