Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny B. Goode

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

Go Go
Go Go
Go Go
Johnny B.

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

His told him someday he would be a man,
And he would be the of a big old band.
people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in
Saying Johnny B. tonight.