Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Denim Soul

He he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode
Some he couldn't but I thought he could
He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' James Dean
He said a country boy rockin' ain't all bad

You your leg or you wear you a hat
You the house down and you make all the pretty girls scream
He said a complicated rhythm folks don't
stomp your feet and clap your hands and play

Blue, blue denim
Blue, blue soul
A country boy rockin' get on a roll
Playin' blue, blue soul

He me out a helping of rhythm and blues
It was bad to the bone, you see, to me it was
wood, sheddin' in pair of faded overalls
He said scratch throat when you start to sing

You make them cry you bend them strings
And one more I will tell you before I go
"The only thing that you can on are both of your hands"
"And having holes in your britches when the boys in the are playin'"

Blue, blue denim
Blue, blue denim
A boy rockin' will get on a roll
Playin' blue, blue denim