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 arms, you squeezed out the cold

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

New York autumn, brightly colored leaves
Oh, the hills on fire, they burn for you and me
And where we were 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 just recently
Where the rows of teeth grow in fields of infinite greed
And here laid the father and stood the son
Where the road meets the horizon for
For

Portable television, take us
this burden of reflection we've carried today
Oh, the generator's running but there's 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