Elvis Presley — Johnny B. Goode (Live) | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

Right out of Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreen. Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood. Lived a country boy, name of Johnny B. Goode, who never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play the guitar just like a-ringin' a bell. Go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, so go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go, Johnny B. Goode. His mama told him, "One day you will be a man. You will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around to hear you playing music when the sun go down. Maybe one day your name will be in lights saying, 'Johnny B. Goode tonight.'" Go, go, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, so go, go, go, go, go, Johnny, go, so go. Go, Johnny, go, go, Johnny B. Goode. Okay. His mama told him, "One day you will be a man. You will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around to hear you playing music when the sun go down. Maybe one day your name will be in lights saying, 'Johnny B. Goode tonight.'" Go, go, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go. Mac, I'd like to talk to you