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 on an old upright piano
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 he heard his right hand say
(Now, gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' 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 sho' can stomp

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

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

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

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

Jelly heard, well, he really knew
Because he too
That Porter was a King, really n' truly a king
Another thing, somethin' heard of

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

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 them
They

Sweat is
rollin'
Funk is
soulin'

Heat is
swingin'
Time is
Arms

There's
over
Swing is
All

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

'N he figure such rhythm?
Did he bring it here with
kinda cat is King Porter?
Plinkin' an' plunkin' that he calls a stomp

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

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

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

It's so
You want
git it

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

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

stompin'
Gits rompin'
Then everybody knows one thing
king

Who's the absolute master of
King
The rollicking Rajah of
King

The plunker
This o' the border?
Who? Except King

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

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

Git shed o' them
Git o' them
Dang them blue, you shed 'em, you lose
a quarter
(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