Johnny b. Goode - текст песни
Johnny b. Goode
Deep down in Louisianna Close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods Among the evergreens, There stand a country cabin Made of clay and wood, Where lives a young country boy Named Johnny B.Goode, He never ever learned To read or write a book so well, But he could play his guitar Just like a-ringing a bell.
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