Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

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

joy
Stompin' out on an old upright piano
Here 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 heard his hand say
(Now, gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man swing)

Jelly Roll demanded 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 rompin' ditty 'bout the
(Dig I'm)
Y' dig I'm
Who was "King O' The Stomp"
King sho' can stomp

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

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

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

When first heard Porter King
He declared he heard the heart an' soul of swing
A certain ragged kind o'
In between a jump and a

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

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

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

Who you
Dig them
See bunchin'
They

is poppin'
Hips're
is droppin'
Souls

is massin'
Folks're
is passin'
Arms

contagion
Takin'
Swing is
All

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

'N how'd he figure rhythm?
Did he it here with I'm?
What cat is King Porter?
Plinkin' an' that romp he calls a stomp

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

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

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

so natch'ral
You more?
git it

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

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

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

Who's the absolute master of
King
The rollicking of Romp?
Porter

The plunker
side o' the border?
Who? King Porter

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

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

Git o' them blues
Git shed o'
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 Porter stomp