Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining rippling fingers on
Miming it wild on a cold stone
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 eggs in
Give me her
me her prayers and advice

Hands up if never seen the sea
I'm from a land with an status
Makes us think that everyone us
Maybe darling do
But haven't met you
They only the villains at the tiller
And gambled the farm on a headline

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

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

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

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

Come the of virii
God send us to a end
With following and swiping at friends
I'll send you a
See you in
In a sweater made of llama wool

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 living room
Love, opens the fist just enough for a
To slip into the

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