Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels 'Paste the Lord'
That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana.
High the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one on the bottle
Somewhere Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst your
You won't get when you die
Have a good time all the because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, Shatnered
Meta does a take
Come on baby, do the shake
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'
Meta Battle her Lord
And watched him tumble
And now there's people out Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near house may well be the original
Kiss it as you
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
(Repeat)
em kcuf ho
(Repeat)