Luyện nghe bài hát God Saint Peter And The Guardian Angel

Kids are playing wars
They don't believe in Claus
The baseball bats are of course
The blood is just sauce

As go, it's just the tip
The of the apprenticeship
A short, Glasgow, kiss me quick
chop and Kung fu kick

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

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

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

In no one can hear you scream
Because no one's listening
Saint got his gates to clean
And God's too busy queens

To ever get off the fence
And the meek their inheritance
So it's common sense
To get some self-defense

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

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

And so we leave nursery rhyme
This grizzly pantomime
the cradle to a life of crime and back again
And now it's to say goodbye