Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

Dickhead's done a runner and he's
If anyone
Is the light on
Back to the that mum's eggs hatched in
me her perfume
Give me her prayers and

Hands up if you've never the sea
I'm a land with an island status
Makes us think that everyone us
Maybe they 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 word in my
And I on a shelf of the K2
Made of the that
Love, opens the fist just for a hand
To slip into the

I've been asleep in the woods with a to be
Planning on a static caravan in the
a break with the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the street again due to the
it out and refresh vendetta
Better to pause
the path
It's full of blood, and teeth and the glory of no one

Hands up if you've never the sea
We're from a place with an island
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and

Come the of virii
God us to a digital end
following strangers and swiping at friends
I'll you a postcard
See you in
In a sweater made of Atacama llama

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

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