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 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 were on fire, they 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 of infinite greed
And here the father and here stood the son
the road meets the horizon for everyone
For

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

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