Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
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 above the and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight high
Meta Battle sees the good wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
your fun whilst your alive
You won't get when you die
Have a good time all the time because you won't get when you die
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
Gobsmacked, William
does a double take
Come on baby, do the shake
Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister
Watching you, watching us, Misses Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
Meta Battle shot her
And watched him tumble
And now people out with 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 paper, glue, and card
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
(Repeat)
Susej em ho
(Repeat)