Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny B. Goode

Way down in close 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 Johnny B. Goode
Who never, learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like he's a-ringing a

Go, go,
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go-go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go-go, go
Johnny B.

He used to his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the tree by the track
The engineer see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers
The people passing by, they stop and say
"Oh my, but that country boy could play"

Go, go,
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go-go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B.

Go, go,
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go-go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B.

His mother him, "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big ol'
Many people goin' to come from around
To listen to you play 'til the sun goes
And one day maybe your name gonna be in
Sayin' B. Goode tonight!'"

Go, go,
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go-go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go-go, go
B. Goode

Oh, go, go,
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go-go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go-go, go
Johnny B.