Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Every Sunday

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