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 arms, you squeezed out the cold

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

Upstate New autumn, brightly colored leaves
Oh, the hills were on fire, they for you and me
And where we were going it was like 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 recently
the rows of teeth 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, us away
From this burden of we've carried today
Oh, the running but there's nothing 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