Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

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

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

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

I've asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a static in the Andes
Making a break with the steel on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the street due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh
Better surely to
the path
It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the 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 us to a digital end
With following and swiping at friends
I'll you a postcard
See you in
In a sweater made of llama wool

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

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