Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

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

joy
Stompin' out music on an old upright
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 hand 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"
Porter King can stomp

wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could romp
This is the tune "King Stomp"

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

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

When Jelly heard Porter King
He declared he heard the very heart an' of swing
A ragged kind o' romp
In between a jump and a

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

"Somethin' else" is the sort o'
A fella'd prob'ly have
If'e was describe
The way Porter

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

Who you
Dig stompin'
See bunchin'
rompn'

Sweat is
Hips're
Funk is
Souls

Heat is
swingin'
is passin'
Arms

There's
over
Swing is
All

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

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

groovin' and gigglin'
Mercy, take a at that wigglin'
See the cutie in the
She's losin' her blues by outta her shoes

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

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Just keep on ballin' we
Start fallin' 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

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

Porter's
Gits everybody
Then everybody knows one thing
king

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

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

Who is the of the keys?
Porter
An' constantly able to
King
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 o' them
Dang them blue, you shed 'em, you lose
a quarter
(Spend a quarter)

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