Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

Gather 'n hear my story
Oh boy
the time when Jelly Roll 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 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 doubtin' that the man swing)

Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, Porter
Well, the man "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)

By
Well, Jelly 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"
King sho' can stomp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who you
Dig stompin'
See bunchin'
They

Sweat is
rollin'
Funk is
soulin'

Heat is
swingin'
Time is
Arms

contagion
Takin'
Swing is
All

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

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

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

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

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

It's so
You want
git it

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

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

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

Who's the master of stomp?
King
The rollicking Rajah of
King

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

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

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

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

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