Luyện nghe bài hát The Shock Of Contact

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