Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

Gather roun' 'n hear my
Oh boy
'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in
(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' knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right say
(Now, we're romp)
(There was no doubtin' the man could swing)

When Jelly Roll demanded his
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 'bout a fella who could romp
is the tune "King Porter Stomp"

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

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

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

When heard, well, he really knew
he played too
That was a King, really n' truly a stone king
Another thing, somethin' heard of

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

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

Who you
Dig them
See them
rompn'

Sweat is
Hips're
is droppin'
Souls

is massin'
Folks're
is passin'
Arms

There's
Takin'
is ragin'
All

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

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

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

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

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

so natch'ral
You more?
git it

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

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

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

the absolute master of stomp?
King
The rollicking of Romp?
Porter

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

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

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

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

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