Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp Of King Porter

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

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 knew the fella could
Dig him
By the things he his right hand say
(Now, gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' the man could swing)

When Roll demanded his name
Hail, Porter
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 'bout the
(Dig I'm)
Y' dig I'm
Who was "King O' The Stomp"
King sho' can stomp

Jelly wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could
This is the "King Porter Stomp"

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

generatin' so much excitement
Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight
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 Porter
He declared he heard the heart an' soul of swing
A certain ragged o' romp
In a jump and a stomp

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

"Somethin' else" is the o' phrase
A prob'ly have t'use
If'e was describe
The way Porter

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

Who you
Dig them
See bunchin'
They

Sweat is
rollin'
Funk is
soulin'

Heat is
swingin'
Time is
Arms

There's
over
Swing is
All

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

'N he figure such rhythm?
Did he bring it with I'm?
What kinda cat is King
Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he calls a

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

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

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

so natch'ral
You want
git it

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

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

Porter's
Gits everybody
Then everybody knows one thing
king

Who's the absolute of stomp?
Porter
The rollicking of Romp?
King

The plunker
This o' the border?
Except King Porter

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

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

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

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