Luyện nghe bài hát God Saint Peter And The Guardian Angel

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

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

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

Then back home on a forty
Put the on, lock the door
Cross another bar gate
Sit and

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

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

To get down off the fence
And give the their inheritance
So only common sense
To get some self-defense

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

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

And so we leave nursery rhyme
This grizzly gruesome
From the cradle to a life of crime and back
And now time to say goodbye