Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining rippling fingers on
Miming it wild on a stone table
Picturing and wishing for and jiggling my knees
Send an cable

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

Hands up if you've never the sea
I'm a land with an island status
Makes us think that hates us
Maybe they do
But haven't met you
They know the villains 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 make an arrest on Fleet Street

Yes and I'm given to in love
I've written the word in my
And I perch on a of the K2
Made of the believers
Love, opens the fist enough for a hand
To into the hand

I've been asleep in the woods a mother to be
on a static caravan in the Andes
Making a with the steel magpie on the rise
in our time 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 and the glory of no one

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

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

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

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