Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing the Lord'
That was the Armley 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.
above the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one on the Valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight high
Meta Battle sees the Lord wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst alive
You get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time because you get nothing when you die
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, Shatnered
does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera
expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
Battle shot her Lord
And him tumble down
And now people out with Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church your house may well be the original
Kiss it as you
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels 'Paste the Lord'
(Repeat)
em kcuf ho
(Repeat)