Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Be Good

[Originally by Chuck

Way down 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 of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to or write so well,
But he could play the guitar ringing a bell.

Go Go
Go Go
Go Go
be good

He use to his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the by the railroad track.
Oh, the used to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the made.
passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy play

Go Go
Go Go
Go Go
Johny be

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