Luyện nghe bài hát Contact In Red Square

I'm young, I got a job to do
Hid the in the lining of my shoe
it a business trip
Got to hide inside my trench and be clever

I got my papers and a pill
My polaroid's a taser in
a base in the hills
And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in

sweet comrade your nation is your gun
Your reads like the perfumed note you sent me
One contact in Red Square unless I have to run
And the long arms of the KGB me

Can't a soul secret messenger
the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
And a forty five, the wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange

I.C.B.M. Bang! Bang! dead!
No one left to
me quick, now I have to hurry
Our last contact in Red Square, unless I to run
And the long of the CIA detect me

Hey! Hey! Hey!