Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

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

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

Ol' knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man swing)

When Jelly Roll 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 rompin' ditty 'bout the
(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"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who you
Dig them
See them
They

Sweat is
Hips're
is droppin'
Souls

is massin'
Folks're
is passin'
Arms

There's
Takin'
Swing is
All

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

'N how'd he figure rhythm?
Did he bring it with I'm?
kinda cat is King Porter?
Plinkin' an' plunkin' romp he calls a stomp

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

The folks are hoopin' n'
Dig how all the fingers're
Over a wild cat stone drunk
The be his bunk

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

so natch'ral
You more?
git it

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

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

Porter's
Gits everybody
Then knows that one thing
king

Who's the absolute of stomp?
Porter
The Rajah of Romp?
Porter

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

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

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

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