Luyện nghe bài hát God Saint Peter And The Guardian Angel

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

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

And in the the grannies wait
Doing things that hate
to accumulate
A from the welfare state

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

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

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

To ever get off the fence
And give the meek their
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

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

And so we leave this rhyme
grizzly gruesome pantomime
From the cradle to a of crime and back again
And now it's to say goodbye