Luyện nghe bài hát God Saint Peter And The Guardian Angel

Kids are playing wars
They don't believe in Santa
The baseball bats are soft of
The blood is just tomato

As icebergs go, just the tip
The of the apprenticeship
A short, sharp Glasgow, me quick
chop and Kung fu kick

And in the the grannies wait
things that grannies hate
Queuing to
A pittance from the state

back home on a forty four
Put the chain on, the door
Cross five bar gate
Sit and

Don't open the door don't to strangers
You've not met
Your guardian angel will watch you
If your guardian angel has got to do

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

To ever get off the fence
And give the meek their
So only common sense
To get yourself some

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

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

And so we this nursery rhyme
grizzly gruesome pantomime
From the cradle to a life of and back again
And now time to say goodbye