Luyện nghe bài hát Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken?

Of all the things my momma used to cook, I liked
You know that I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well, I expect to find it when I get home or

Damn, it really hurts my to remember these
(Remember these)
Days way back in the
(Seventies)
The AIDS you used to know was Kool-AIDS
Corn-bread, and corn-br-AIDS

up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the
Nibble on the and then suck the goo
Man, if my mother was the Colonel, her woulda sold

It even better the next day cold
Chick-chicken,
I collect my thoughts, I recollect
I used to to my moms
(To my mommy)

it, everyday
Boy, you clean up your room
Before you go and play

Yo, Monch, you can
we used to play skelly way back
Blastin' wax, side or tops, don't play that
Uh, oh, six o'clock, I'm late for dinner

If my girl wasn't his girl, I was in her
Got in them, print
(Yo, you was for a chicken fix)
Ran in the
And put my finger in the mix

Mom yells, "Dinner's ready", 'cause she's the
All I needed was my and my hot sauce
And my cornbread, now I'm to dig in
the meat off the bone and then I ate the skin

But I'll tell you my mother would say
Somebody my piece of chicken
But I'll tell you my mother would say
Somebody stole my piece of

Round, round, one,
(Up, up, two)
I'm out of the batch and you can't catch me
Mrs. Mary Mac, all in black
She's rather fat and she a bat

She's the nosiest on the block when it's hot
get shot when we played SWAT
But no one never died though, we just
to laugh again when my moms made fried

Chicken barbecues in the summer was the
Whoo, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, Grand
Was the jam Grandmaster Vic in the park
the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark

Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the
Greens but there's no money in my wallet
But I fifty cents for my juice
(Word?)
Now we would go to Troy's and get loose
(Uhh)

I'm looking out of the window
(Window)
Watching the grow slow
(Grow, slow)
My best was a G.I. Joe
Although he had spots in his afro

with the kids your own age
That's what they used to us
I got jealous when we run with the big fellas
Bullies on the block to beat us

I was quick as a cat, in fact I was a
Especially we played follow the leader
Little Suzy May Robinson to play
Show and tell my peter

I to rock my British Walkers to church
After the choir sang, the preacher started to
So I had to
For a pen and some paper to keep myself

But the aroma from the kitchen and sat by my side
And said, "Mmm, you I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please, oh, reverend
Now would you up the sermon so I can determine

Whether I'ma have peas or collars
my chicken that I'm yearnin'"
Turnin' to the usher in the back,
"Please keep the chicken monster coming through

The crack of the door", at the table
Moms my hand until it was sore
'Cause I ate the chicken
The preacher grace, but I'm ready to go for self

But there's not one piece of on the table left
(What happened to that man? Where that chicken go?)

(Where chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken,

You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last
Well, I expect to it when I get home, or else
But I'll tell you what my mother say
"Somebody my piece of chicken"

I didn't your chicken, pop

wait 'til I get home 'cause ain't no chicken left
(Hey, cool)
Miss Clarabell took the last of chicken
(That's cool)