Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

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