Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Jelly heard, well, he knew
he played too
That Porter was a King, n' truly a stone king
thing, somethin' never heard of

"Somethin' else" is the sort o'
A fella'd prob'ly t'use
If'e was describe
The way plays

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

Who you
Dig stompin'
See bunchin'
rompn'

Sweat is
Hips're
is droppin'
Souls

Heat is
Folks're
Time is
flingin'

There's
Takin'
is ragin'
All

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

'N how'd he such rhythm?
Did he bring it with I'm?
kinda cat is King Porter?
Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he a stomp

groovin' and gigglin'
Mercy, a look at that wigglin'
See the in the corner
She's her blues by stompin' outta her shoes

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

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
keep on ballin' till we
Start fallin' through the floor

so natch'ral
You more?
git it

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

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

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

Who's the master of stomp?
Porter
The rollicking Rajah of
King

The plinkin'est
This side o' the
Who? Except Porter

Who is the King of the
Porter
An' able to please?
King
An' who tickles like nobody livin'?
King Porter, he's the man

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

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

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