Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

Hands up if you've seen the sea
I'm from a land an island status
Makes us think everyone hates us
darling they do
But they met you
They only know the at the tiller
And they gambled the farm on a

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

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

I've been asleep in the with a mother to be
on a static caravan in the Andes
Making a break the steel magpie on the rise
in our time or do we
Meet on the street due to the few?
Batter it out and vendetta
Better surely to
the path
It's full of blood, and teeth and the glory of no one

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

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

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

Yes and I'm given to 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 fist enough for a hand
To into the hand, to slip into the hand