Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

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

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

Yes and I'm given to in love
I've written the word in my
And I on a shelf of the K2
of the believers that
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 static caravan in the
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 refresh
Better surely to
Consider the
full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

Hands up if you've seen the sea
from a place with an island status
Queuing round the for a pencil and paper

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

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

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