Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the story of an American 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
over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun your alive
You won't get when you die
Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing you die
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing the Lord'
Gobsmacked, William
Meta does a take
on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting the aisle a certain Mister Beadle
you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
Meta Battle 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
it as you pass
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels 'Paste the Lord'
(Repeat)
Susej em ho
(Repeat)