Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining fingers on keys
Miming it on a cold stone table
and wishing for home and jiggling my knees
Send an cable

Dickhead's a runner and he's wondering
If cares
Is the light on
Back to the pebbles 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 land with an status
Makes us think that hates us
Maybe darling do
But haven't met you
They only know the at the tiller
And they gambled the farm on a

Jesus, getting harder to see what 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 the word in my blood
And I perch on a of the K2
of the believers that
Love, the fist just enough for a hand
To slip the hand

I've asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the steel on the rise
in our time or do we
Meet on the street again due to the
Batter it out and vendetta
Better to pause
Consider the
It's full of blood, snot and and the glory of no one

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

Come the virus of
God us to a digital end
following strangers and swiping at friends
I'll send you a
See you in
In a sweater made of Atacama llama

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

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