Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing the Lord'
That 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 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 Lord wandering the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst alive
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 sing the Lord'
Gobsmacked, William
Meta does a double
Come on baby, do the camera
expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, us, watching Misses Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
Meta Battle shot her
And watched him down
And now there's people out with Polaroids all around
And who knows, that on the church near your house may well be the original
it as you pass
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels 'Paste the Lord'
(Repeat)
em kcuf ho
(Repeat)