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 local

joy
Stompin' out music on an old upright
Here King
That was downright ragged in a Joplin way
(Here he comes, of the stomp)

Ol' Jelly knew the fella play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right say
(Now, gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man swing)

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

By
Well, Jelly 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 King can stomp

Jelly wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who romp
is the tune "King Porter Stomp"

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

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

When Jelly first Porter 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
Because he too
Porter 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 gonna
The way Porter

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

Who you
Dig stompin'
See bunchin'
rompn'

Sweat is
Hips're
Funk is
soulin'

Heat is
swingin'
Time is
flingin'

There's
over
Swing is
All

Hey, that
That stomp me outta my hat
that abusin' piano?
Tell me his name, he's boun' f' fame

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

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

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

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
keep on ballin' till we
Start right through the floor

It's so
You want
git it

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

Outside the is beamin'
Inside the joint is
Them folks can really, party
All night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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