Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining fingers on keys
Miming it wild on a cold table
Picturing and for home and jiggling my knees
Send an cable

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

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

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

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

I've been asleep in the woods with a to be
Planning on a caravan in the Andes
Making a break the steel magpie on the rise
in our time or do we
Meet on the street due to the few?
it out and refresh vendetta
Better surely to
Consider the
It's full of blood, snot and and the glory of no one

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

Come the virus of
God send us to a end
following strangers and swiping at friends
I'll 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 it make a heaven of
Backstreet, bedsit and site living room
Love, the fist just enough for a hand
To slip into the

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