Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up Your Tv

She was a dancer on the road to alcohol
I was a soldier on my way to Montreal

Well, she pressed her against me
About the time the broke
She give me a on the back of the neck
And are the words she spoke

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

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

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

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

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
Just as I was going she looked me in the

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

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

Had a children, fed 'em on peaches
all found Jesus on their own