Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

Gather roun' 'n hear my
Oh boy
'Bout the when Jelly Roll was in town
(Stompin' it off, it off)
He heard a local

joy
Stompin' out on an old upright piano
comes King
That was downright in a Scott 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' 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 rompin' ditty the Porter
(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 tune "King Stomp"

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

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

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

When heard, well, he really knew
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
was gonna describe
The way plays

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

Who you
Dig them
See bunchin'
rompn'

Sweat is
Hips're
Funk is
soulin'

Heat is
Folks're
Time is
Arms

contagion
Takin'
Swing is
All

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

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

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

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

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
keep on ballin' till we
Start fallin' 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 can really, really party
All night

stompin'
Gits everybody
Then everybody knows one thing
Porter's

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

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

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

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

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

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