Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining fingers on keys
Miming it wild on a cold table
Picturing and wishing for home and my knees
an urgent cable

Dickhead's done a runner and he's
If anyone
Is the landing on
Back to the pebbles that mum's 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 everyone us
Maybe they do
But haven't met you
only know the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the on a headline

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

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

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

Hands up if never seen the sea
from a place with an island status
Queuing round the for a pencil and paper

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

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

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