Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining rippling fingers on
it wild on a cold stone table
Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my
Send an urgent

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

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

Jesus, getting to see what they're doing 'til 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 perch on a of the K2
of the believers that
Love, opens the just enough for a hand
To slip into the

I've asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a static 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
it out and refresh vendetta
Better surely to
Consider the
full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory 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 virus of
God send us to a end
With strangers and swiping at friends
send you a postcard
See you in
In a made of Atacama llama wool

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

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