Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Every Sunday

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