Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm rippling fingers on keys
Miming it wild on a stone table
Picturing and wishing for and jiggling my knees
Send an cable

Dickhead's a runner and he's wondering
If anyone
Is the light on
to the pebbles that mum's 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 hates us
Maybe darling do
But haven't met you
They know the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the on a headline

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

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

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

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

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

Yes and I'm given to believing in
I've the word in my blood
I've seen it make a of
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb living room
Love, opens the just enough for a hand
To slip the hand

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