Luyện nghe bài hát JOHNNY B. GOODE

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

Go Go... Go Go... Go... Go Johnny Go
Go... Go Go Go... Go Johnny Go
Go... Johnny B.

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny
[Well] sit beneath the by the railroad track.
Oh, the used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by they would and say
Oh my but that country boy could play

Go Go... Go Go... Go... Go Johnny Go
Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Go Go
Go... B. Goode

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His told him someday you will be a man,
And you be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles
To you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your will be in lights
Johnny B. Goode tonight.

Go Go... Go Go...

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