Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up Your Tv

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

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

Blow Up Your TV, throw 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 and I acted real naive
Cause I knew that lady, she had something up her sleeve
She danced around the room and she did the hoochy cooch
Yea a song all night long tellin' me what to do

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

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

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

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

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

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