Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

Dickhead's done a runner and he's
If anyone
Is the landing on
Back to the pebbles that mum's hatched in
Give me her
me her prayers and advice

Hands up if you've seen the sea
I'm from a land with an island
Makes us that everyone hates us
Maybe darling do
But haven't met you
only know the villains at the tiller
And gambled the farm on a headline

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

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

I've been asleep in the with a mother to be
on a static caravan in the Andes
Making a with the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the street due to the few?
Batter it out and vendetta
surely to pause
Consider the
It's full of blood, and teeth and the glory of no one

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

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

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