Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

Hands up if never seen the sea
I'm from a land an island status
us think that everyone hates us
Maybe they do
But they met you
They only know the villains at the
And gambled the farm on a headline

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

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

I've been asleep in the woods with a to be
Planning on a caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the steel on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
on the street again due to the few?
Batter it out and vendetta
surely 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 with an island status
Queuing the corner for a pencil and paper

Come the virus of
God send us to a end
With following strangers and at friends
send you a postcard
See you in
In a sweater made of Atacama wool

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

Yes and I'm to believing 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 just for a hand
To slip into the hand, to slip the hand