Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny B. Goode

Way down in close to New Orleans,

Way back in the among the evergreens
stood a log cabin made or earth and wood.
Where lived a country boy name of B. Goode.
He never ever learned to read or so well,
but he play a guitar just like a ringin' bell.

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

He used to his guitar in a gunny sack,

go sit beneath a by the railroad track.
The would see him sittin' in the shade
strummin' to the rhythm the drivers made.
The people passing by would stop and say
oh my but that little boy can play.

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

Well, his momma told him, "Some day you be a man.

You be the leader of a big old band,
many people comin' from around
just to hear you play your music till the sun down.
Maybe someday name 'll be in lights,
sayin', B. Goode tonight!!'"

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

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