Luyện nghe bài hát God Saint Peter And The Guardian Angel

Kids are playing gangster
They don't in Santa Claus
The bats are soft of course
The blood is just sauce

As go, it's just the tip
The start of the
A short, sharp Glasgow, kiss me
Karate chop and fu kick

And in the wings the grannies
things that grannies hate
Queuing to
A pittance the welfare state

Then home on a forty four
Put the on, lock the door
another five bar gate
Sit and

Don't open the door don't to strangers
not met before
Your guardian will watch over you
If guardian angel has got nothing to do

In space no one can you scream
Because no one's really
Saint got his gates to clean
And God's too busy saving

To get down off the fence
And give the meek inheritance
So it's only common
To get some self-defense

Don't the door don't talk to strangers
You've not met
guardian angel will watch over you
If your guardian has got nothing to do

open the door don't talk to strangers
You've not met
Your guardian angel will watch you
If your angel has got nothing to do

And so we leave this nursery
This gruesome pantomime
From the cradle to a of crime and back again
And now time to say goodbye