Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels 'Paste the Lord'
That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true 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
Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere Indiana, eight miles high
Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst alive
You won't get when you die
Have a good time all the time because you get nothing when 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 from the aisle a 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 down
And now there's out with Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near house may well be the original
it as you pass
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
(Repeat)
Susej em ho
(Repeat)