Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Pipedream

She was a level-headed on the road to alcohol
And I was a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well, she pressed her chest me
About the the juke box broke
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the of the neck
And these are the words she

up your TV, throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of
Try an' Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real
For I knew that topless lady had something up her
Well, she danced around the bar
And she did the
Yeah, she her song all night long
Tellin' me to do

Blow up your TV, away your paper
Go to the country, build you a
a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an' find Jesus on own

Well, I was and hungry
And to leave that place
When as I was leavin'
Well she me in the face

I said, "You know the answer"
She said, "No but give it a try"
And to this very day we've been our way
is the reason why

We up our TV, threw away our paper
Went to the country, built us a
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on
all found Jesus on their own