Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny B. Goode

Deep Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of 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 guitar ringing a bell.

Go Go
Go Go
Go Go
Johnny B.

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

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