Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny B. Goode

Way down in Lou'siana to New Orleans,

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

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

He to carry 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 that the drivers made.
The passing by they would stop and say
oh my but that little boy can play.

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

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

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

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

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