Luyện nghe bài hát The Shock Of Contact

Astrid, do you recall the Sundays at the Spa with double from a
carton with a heart on. Who could ask for more? You'd assure me
support me as I tried to write that novel in the we called home (OUR
home). You'd mow the lawn pay the bills. You touched me there. The
Shock of Contact us warm.
And Astrid, you kept word, you never said a word, as I ripped up the
pages, spent wages, entertaining friends you hated, making bombs and
planting them in galleries. salary was wasted (oh how criminal)...
They cut the power, pulled the plugs - they took away the phone.
We're alone. We share a candle in the cellar - oooh you touched me
there. The shock of contact us warm.
And Astrid, as sure as skies always turn to grey - they came with
guns. I tried to run and you all the blame. They took you and I never
said a - and now you never say a word as I lean through the bars. I
whisper my apologies, oh Jezus you stare through me. You cut me
down, I you there.. The shock of contact keeps me warm.