Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels sing the Lord'
was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana.
High above the and houses
Misses Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, miles high
Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst alive
You won't get when you die
Have a good all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, William
Meta does a double
on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle a Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
Meta Battle her Lord
And watched him tumble
And now people out with Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the
it as you pass
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels sing the Lord'
(Repeat)
Susej em ho
(Repeat)