Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

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

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

Yes and I'm to believing in love
written the word in my blood
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 woods a mother to be
on a static caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the steel magpie on the
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the again due to the few?
it out and refresh vendetta
Better to pause
Consider the
full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

Hands up if you've never the sea
We're from a place 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 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 the word in my blood
seen it make a heaven of
Backstreet, and bomb site living room
Love, the fist just enough for a hand
To slip into the

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