Regina Spektor - Laughing with SOLUTION

"Laughing With"	"ˈlɑːfɪŋ wɪð"
No one laughs at God in a hospital	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɪn ə ˈhɒspɪtl
No one laughs at God in a war	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɪn ə wɔː
No one’s laughing at God	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor	wɛn ðeə ˈstɑːvɪŋ ɔː ˈfriːzɪŋ ɔː səʊ ˈvɛri pʊə
No one laughs at God	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd
When the doctor calls after some routine tests	wɛn ðə ˈdɒktə kɔːlz ˈɑːftə səm ruːˈtiːn tɛsts
No one’s laughing at God	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd
When it’s gotten real late	wɛn ɪts ˈgɒtn rɪəl leɪt
And their kid’s not back from the party yet	ənd ðeə kɪdz nɒt bæk frəm ðə ˈpɑːti jɛt
No one laughs at God	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake	wɛn ðeər ˈeəpleɪn stɑːt tʊ ˌʌnkənˈtrəʊləbli ʃeɪk
No one’s laughing at God	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else	wɛn ðeɪ siː ðə wʌn ðeɪ lʌv, hænd ɪn hænd wɪð ˈsʌmwʌn ɛls
And they hope that they’re mistaken	ənd ðeɪ həʊp ðət ðeə mɪsˈteɪkən
No one laughs at God	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd
When the cops knock on their door	wɛn ðə kɒps nɒk ɒn ðeə dɔː
And they say we got some bad news, sir	ənd ðeɪ seɪ wi gɒt səm bæd njuːz, sɜː
No one’s laughing at God	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd
When there’s a famine or fire or flood	wɛn ðəz ə ˈfæmɪn ɔː ˈfaɪər ɔː flʌd
But God can be funny	bət gɒd kən bi ˈfʌni
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or	ət ə ˈkɒkteɪl ˈpɑːti wɛn ˈlɪsnɪŋ tʊ ə gʊd gɒd-θiːmd ʤəʊk, ɔː
Or when the crazies say He hates us	ɔː wɛn ðə ˈkreɪziz seɪ hi heɪts ʌs
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke	ənd ðeɪ gɛt səʊ rɛd ɪn ðə hɛd jʊ θɪŋk ðeə baʊt tə ʧəʊk
God can be funny,	gɒd kən bi ˈfʌni,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way	wɛn təʊld hiːl gɪv jʊ ˈmʌni ɪf jʊ ʤəst preɪ ðə raɪt weɪ
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini	ənd wɛn prɪˈzɛntɪd laɪk ə ˈʤiːni huː dəz ˈmæʤɪk laɪkHoudini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus	ɔː grɑːnts ˈwɪʃɪz laɪk Jiminy ˈkrɪkɪt ənd ˈsæntə klɔːz
God can be so hilarious	gɒd kən bi səʊ hɪˈleərɪəs
Ha ha	hɑː hɑː
Ha ha	hɑː hɑː
No one laughs at God in a hospital	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɪn ə ˈhɒspɪtl
No one laughs at God in a war	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɪn ə wɔː
No one’s laughing at God	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd
When they’ve lost all they’ve got	wɛn ðeɪv lɒst ɔːl ðeɪv gɒt
And they don’t know what for	ənd ðeɪ dəʊnt nəʊ wɒt fɔː
No one laughs at God on the day they realize	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɒn ðə deɪ ðeɪ ˈrɪəlaɪz
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes	ðæt ðə lɑːst saɪt ðeɪl ˈɛvə siː z ə peər əv ˈheɪtfʊl aɪz
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd wɛn ðeə ˈseɪɪŋ ðeə gʊdˈbaɪz
But God can be funny	bət gɒd kən bi ˈfʌni
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or	ət ə ˈkɒkteɪl ˈpɑːti wɛn ˈlɪsnɪŋ tʊ ə gʊd gɒd-θiːmd ʤəʊk, ɔː
Or when the crazies say He hates us	ɔː wɛn ðə ˈkreɪziz seɪ hi heɪts ʌs
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke	ənd ðeɪ gɛt səʊ rɛd ɪn ðə hɛd jʊ θɪŋk ðeə baʊt tə ʧəʊk
God can be funny,	gɒd kən bi ˈfʌni,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way	wɛn təʊld hiːl gɪv jʊ ˈmʌni ɪf jʊ ʤəst preɪ ðə raɪt weɪ
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini	ənd wɛn prɪˈzɛntɪd laɪk ə ˈʤiːni huː dəz ˈmæʤɪk laɪkHoudini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus	ɔː grɑːnts ˈwɪʃɪz laɪk Jiminy ˈkrɪkɪt ənd ˈsæntə klɔːz
God can be so hilarious	gɒd kən bi səʊ hɪˈleərɪəs
No one laughs at God in a hospital	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɪn ə ˈhɒspɪtl
No one laughs at God in a war	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɪn ə wɔː
No one laughs at God in a hospital	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɪn ə ˈhɒspɪtl
No one laughs at God in a war	nəʊ wʌn lɑːfs ət gɒd ɪn ə wɔː
No one laughing at God in hospital	nəʊ wʌn ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd ɪn ˈhɒspɪtl
No one’s laughing at God in a war	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd ɪn ə wɔː
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd wɛn ðeə ˈstɑːvɪŋ ɔː ˈfriːzɪŋ ɔː səʊˈvɛri pʊə
No one’s laughing at God	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd
No one’s laughing at God	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd
No one’s laughing at God	nəʊ wʌnz ˈlɑːfɪŋ ət gɒd
We’re all laughing with God	wɪər ɔːl ˈlɑːfɪŋ wɪð gɒd