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 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 Indiana, eight miles high
Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun your alive
You won't get when you die
Have a time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no paper, glue, and card
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 Beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
Meta shot her Lord
And watched him tumble
And now there's people out Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church your house may well be the original
Kiss it as you
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
(Repeat)
Susej em ho
(Repeat)