Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

Gather roun' 'n 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
comes King
That was ragged 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, Porter
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 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 "King Porter Stomp"

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

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

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

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

"Somethin' else" is the sort o'
A prob'ly have t'use
was gonna describe
The way plays

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

Who you
Dig them
See bunchin'
They

Sweat is
Hips're
is droppin'
Souls

Heat is
Folks're
Time is
flingin'

There's
over
Swing is
All

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

'N he figure such rhythm?
Did he bring it here I'm?
What kinda cat is Porter?
Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he a stomp

Everybody groovin' and
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 fingers're
Over a wild cat stone drunk
The floor be his

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Just keep on till we
Start fallin' right the floor

so natch'ral
You more?
git it

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

Outside the moon is
Inside the is steamin'
Them folks can really, really
All long

stompin'
Gits rompin'
Then everybody knows that one
king

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

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

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

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

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

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