Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny B. Goode

Deep down Louisiana to New Orleans,
Way back up in the among the evergreens...
stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to or write so well,
But he could play the guitar ringing a bell.

Go Go
Go Go
Go Go
B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny
And sit the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm the drivers made.
People passing by would and say
Oh my that little country boy play

His told him someday he would be a man,
And he be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles
To hear him his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in
Saying B. Goode tonight.