Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining rippling on keys
it wild on a cold stone table
Picturing and for home and jiggling my knees
an urgent cable

Dickhead's done a and he's wondering
If cares
Is the light on
Back to the pebbles mum's eggs hatched in
me her perfume
Give me her prayers and

Hands up if you've never the sea
I'm from a land with an status
us think that everyone hates us
Maybe they do
But they met you
They only know the 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 gonna an arrest on Fleet Street

Yes and I'm given to in love
written the word in my blood
And I perch on a of the K2
Made of the that
Love, opens the just enough for a hand
To slip the hand

I've been asleep in the woods a mother to be
Planning on a static in the Andes
Making a break with the magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the again due to the few?
Batter it out and vendetta
Better to pause
the path
It's full of blood, snot and and the glory of no one

Hands up if you've never the sea
We're from a with an island status
Queuing round the for a pencil and paper

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

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

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