Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

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