Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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 an island status
Makes us think everyone hates us
darling they do
But haven't met you
They only know the villains at the
And they gambled the on a headline

Jesus, getting harder to see what they're 'til it's done
And they're never make 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 that
Love, opens the fist enough for a hand
To slip into the

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

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

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

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