Luyện nghe bài hát Look! No Strings!

Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
That 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 of Indiana.
High the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, miles high
Meta sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst your
You won't get 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 'Paste the
Gobsmacked, William
Meta a double take
on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister
Watching you, us, watching Misses Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing the Lord'
Meta Battle shot her
And watched him tumble
And now there's people out with Polaroids all around
And who knows, Jesus on the church near your house may well be the original
it as you pass
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
(Repeat)
em kcuf ho
(Repeat)