Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

up if you've never seen the sea
I'm from a with an island status
us think that everyone hates us
Maybe darling do
But haven't met you
They only the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the on a headline

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

Yes and I'm given to in love
I've the word in my blood
And I on a shelf of the K2
of the believers that
Love, opens the fist just for a hand
To slip the hand

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
Meet on the again due to the few?
it out and refresh vendetta
Better to pause
Consider the
It's of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

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

Come the of virii
God us to a digital end
With strangers and swiping at friends
I'll you a postcard
See you in
In a sweater made of Atacama llama

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 living
Love, the fist just enough for a hand
To slip into the

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