Luyện nghe bài hát Portable Television

Portable television, in snow
In a raggedy van on the of the road
The it had frozen through my little bones
So you took me in your arms, you out the cold

And oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

Upstate New York autumn, brightly leaves
Oh, the hills on fire, they burn for you and me
And we were going it was built like a lie
But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't why

And oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

I sow it at the soil recently
Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of greed
And here laid the father and stood the son
the road meets the horizon for everyone
For

television, take us away
From this burden of reflection we've today
Oh, the generator's but there's nothing on the air
And the static is a comfort, so we huddle and stare

And oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh