Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

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

Jesus, getting harder to see what doing 'til it's done
And they're gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street

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

been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the again due to the few?
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 you've seen the sea
We're from a with an island status
Queuing the corner for a pencil and paper

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

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, opens the fist just for a hand
To into the hand

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