Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

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

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

Ol' Jelly the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right say
(Now, gonna 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, 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 'bout a fella who could
This is the tune "King Stomp"

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

He's generatin' so much
Y' keep forgettin' just what meant
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 the very heart an' soul of swing
A ragged kind o' romp
In between a jump and a

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

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

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

Who you
Dig stompin'
See bunchin'
They

is poppin'
Hips're
is droppin'
Souls

Heat is
Folks're
is passin'
Arms

There's
over
Swing is
All

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

'N how'd he figure such
Did he bring it here with
What kinda cat is King
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 be his bunk

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

It's so
You more?
git it

Porter, the King
He knows how to stomp an'
King Porter
Master of how to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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