Luyện nghe bài hát Portable Television

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

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 where we were going it was built a lie
But as sacred as the Bible, so we question why

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

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

Portable television, take us
From this of reflection we've carried today
Oh, the generator's running but there's on the air
And the is a comfort, so we huddle around 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