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

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

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

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

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

Damn it,
Boy, you clean up your room
you go outside and play

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

If my girl his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them, print
(Yo, you was feenin' for a fix)
Ran in the
And put my in the cornbread mix

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

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

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

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

Chicken in the summer was the move
Whoo, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, Groove
Was the jam Vic played in the park
Past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, and Mark

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

I'm just out of the window
(Window)
the asphault grow slow
(Grow, slow)
My friend was a G.I. Joe
he had bald spots in his afro

Play the kids your own age
That's what they used to us
I got jealous we couldn't run with the big fellas
on the block used to beat us

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

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

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

Whether I'ma have peas or greens
With my that I'm yearnin'"
to the usher in the back, whispering
"Please keep the chicken from coming through

The of the door", later at the table
Moms poppped my until it was sore
I ate the chicken before
The preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for

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

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

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

I didn't take chicken, pop

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