Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Denim Soul

He he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode
Some thought he but I thought he could
He set his mind talkin' about lookin' like James Dean
He said a country boy rockin' all that 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
Just stomp your feet and clap your hands and

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

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

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

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