Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
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 skies of Indiana.
High the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst your
You won't get nothing you die
Have a time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, Shatnered
does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera
Half expecting the aisle a certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
Battle shot her Lord
And watched him down
And now there's people out Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the
Kiss it as you
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
(Repeat)
Susej em ho
(Repeat)