Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining rippling on keys
Miming it wild on a stone table
and wishing for home and jiggling my knees
Send an urgent

Dickhead's done a runner and wondering
If anyone
Is the landing on
Back to the pebbles that eggs hatched in
me her perfume
Give me her prayers and

Hands up if never seen the sea
I'm from a land with an island
Makes us think that hates us
darling they 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 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 on a shelf of the K2
Made of the believers
Love, opens the just enough for a hand
To slip into the

I've been asleep in the woods with a to be
Planning on a static caravan in the
Making a break with the magpie on the rise
in our time or do we
Meet on the again due to the few?
Batter it out and vendetta
Better to pause
the path
It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the of no one

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

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

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 fist enough for a hand
To slip the hand

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