Chuck Berry - Johnny Be Good

1958 год. In Louisiana, where New Orleans In the depths of the forest of evergreen vines Where in huts made of logs and earth live Lives there a country boy Johnny B Goode. While reading, writing, he has not learned, His guitar sounds like bells ringing. Go! Go! Go, Johnny, Goi! Go! Go, Johnny, Goi! Go! Go, Johnny, Goi! Go! Go, Johnny, Goi! Go! Johnny B Good. His guitar keeps it in a canvas bag, Not far from the train tracks Under the tree, it putejtsy see shadows His strumming they hear the sound of wheel. And people will stop to hear say Wow, that boy can play! He told my mother: grow up, son, And the big band will fall at your feet, Many will come from miles Listen to music and appreciate your style. On see the light display - the letters run: "In the evening - Johnny B Good"