Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Every Sunday

Chicken every Sunday mama all right
Johnny was a little boy the day his daddy died
And his had a hard time keepin' them both but the Lord knows how she tried
And sometimes she'd tell him son we got on our side
There's chicken every Johnny everything's all right
Although he was just a little lad he never did
His mama special way of sayin' how their home was blessed
And sometimes she would said when she her prayers at night
She'd bowed her head and said every Sunday Lord and everything's all right
Well Johnny grew to be a man and his mama away
And this fate would have happened Johnny's the rich man
In fact they the dinner to honor Johnny's name
And with his fame and his riches you might think Johnny had changed
But thirty rich men sat and passed the golden cup
And Johnny God bless his honor looked around and stood up
Thirty rich men bowed heads and everything grew quiet
And Johnny chicken every Sunday mama everything's all right
Chicken Sunday mama everything's all right