Luyện nghe bài hát Portable Television

Portable television, in snow
In a van on the side 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

New York autumn, brightly colored leaves
Oh, the hills were on fire, burn for you and me
And we were going it was built 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 just
Where the of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greed
And here laid the and here stood the son
Where the road meets the for everyone
For

television, take us away
From this burden of reflection 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