Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

Gather roun' 'n my story
Oh boy
the time when Jelly Roll was in town
(Stompin' it off, it off)
He heard a 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 fella play
Dig him
By the he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're romp)
(There was no doubtin' the man could swing)

When Jelly demanded 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who you
Dig them
See them
They

is poppin'
Hips're
Funk is
Souls

Heat is
swingin'
Time is
Arms

There's
Takin'
Swing is
All

Hey, stop
That stomp knocked me my hat
that abusin' piano?
Tell me his name, because boun' f' fame

'N how'd he figure rhythm?
Did he bring it with I'm?
What kinda cat is Porter?
an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp

Everybody groovin' and
Mercy, take a look at wigglin'
See the in the corner
She's losin' her by stompin' outta her shoes

The folks are n' hoppin'
Dig how all the poppin'
Over there's a wild cat drunk
The be his bunk

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Just on ballin' till we
Start fallin' right through the

so natch'ral
You more?
git it

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

the moon is beamin'
Inside the is steamin'
Them folks can really, party
All long

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

Who's the absolute of stomp?
Porter
The Rajah of Romp?
Porter

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

Who is the of the keys?
King
An' able to please?
King
An' who tickles ivories like livin'?
That's Porter, he's the man

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

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

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