Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
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 photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana.
above the streets and houses
Misses Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle
over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering the sky
(Chorus)
your fun whilst your alive
You get nothing when you die
a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
Gobsmacked, William
Meta does a double
on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the a certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, us, watching Misses Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing the Lord'
Meta Battle her Lord
And watched him tumble
And now there's out with Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your may well be the original
it as you pass
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
(Repeat)
em kcuf ho
(Repeat)