Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Every Sunday

Just all my dresses are just cotton hand me downs
His calls me the lower class
we're only poor folks on the other side of town
They won't let him up my path

But my mama says don't when they say those things about you
You remember, you're as good as him
Just because they got that big sittin' way upon the hill
Why, you don't to look up to them

We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher around
And every Saturday daddy takes us all to town
And we'd go to the picture show, have on the ground
Ohh, that's the class then I'm glad that's what I am

'Cause my mama don't belong to the social set
My daddy can't the country club
His folks look down on me and they don't let us
'Cause they think I'm not good enough

But my mama forgive him honey, he ain't worth at all
And if anything, you're too for him
Just because they've got money and a big house
Aha, we won't take no sad off them

We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes
And Saturday morning daddy takes us all to town
And we'd go to the picture show, have picnics on the
Ohh, that's the lower class then I'm glad that's I am

We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher around
And Saturday morning daddy takes us in to town