Luyện nghe bài hát God Saint Peter And The Guardian Angel

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

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

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

Then home on a forty four
Put the chain on, lock the
Cross five bar gate
Sit and

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

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

To ever get off the fence
And the meek their inheritance
So it's only common
To get yourself some

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

open the door don't talk 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 to a life of crime and back again
And now it's time to say