Luyện nghe bài hát God Saint Peter And The Guardian Angel

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

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

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

Then back home on a four
Put the chain on, the door
another five bar gate
Sit and

open the door don't talk to strangers
You've not met
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 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 yourself self-defense

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

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

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