Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny B. Goode

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

Go Go
Go Go
Go Go
B. Goode

He use to carry his in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the track.
Oh, the engineers to see him sitting in the shade,
to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People by would stop and say
Oh my little country boy could play

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