Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm rippling fingers on keys
Miming it wild on a stone table
Picturing and for home and jiggling my knees
Send an urgent

Dickhead's done a runner and wondering
If anyone
Is the landing on
to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in
Give me her
me her prayers and advice

Hands up if you've seen the sea
I'm from a with an island status
us think that everyone hates us
Maybe they do
But they met you
They know the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the farm on a

Jesus, getting to see what they're doing 'til it's done
And they're never make an arrest on Fleet Street

Yes and I'm to believing in love
I've written the in my blood
And I on a shelf of the K2
Made of the believers
Love, opens the fist just enough for a
To slip into the

I've been asleep in the woods a mother to be
on a static caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the steel magpie on the
in our time or do we
Meet on the street again due to the
it out and refresh vendetta
Better surely to
Consider the
It's of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

Hands up if you've seen the sea
from a place with an island status
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and

Come the virus of
God us to a digital end
With following strangers and at friends
send you a postcard
See you in
In a made of Atacama llama wool

Yes and I'm given to believing in
written the word in my blood
I've seen it a heaven of
Backstreet, and bomb site living room
Love, opens the fist just enough for a
To slip the hand

Yes and I'm to believing in love
written the word in my blood
I've it make a heaven of
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb site living
Love, the fist just enough for a hand
To slip into the hand, to into the hand