Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up Your Tv

She was a level-headed on the road to alcohol
I was just a on my way to Montreal

Well, she pressed her chest me
About the the jukebox broke
She give me a peck on the of the neck
And are the words she spoke

Blow Up Your TV, throw your paper
Go to the country, you a home

Plant a little garden, eat a lot of
Try and find Jesus on own

I sat there at the table and I acted real
I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve
She danced around the room awhile and she did the cooch
Yea a song all night long tellin' me what to do

Blow Up Your TV, throw away paper
Go to the country, build you a

a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and Jesus on your own

But I was young and hungry and about to leave place
as I was going she looked me in the face

I "You must know the answer"
She "No, but I'll give it a try"
And to this day we've livin' our way
Here is the why

We up the TV, threw away the paper
Went to the country, us a home

Had a lotta children, fed 'em on
They all found on their own