Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

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

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

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

I've been asleep in the woods a mother to be
Planning on a caravan in the Andes
Making a break the steel magpie on the rise
in our time or do we
Meet on the again due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh
Better to pause
Consider the
full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

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

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

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

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