Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

up if you've never seen the sea
I'm from a with an island status
Makes us think that hates us
darling they do
But haven't met you
They know the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the on a headline

Jesus, getting harder to see what they're doing 'til done
And they're never make an arrest 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 in the woods with a mother to be
on a static caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the steel on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the again due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh
Better to pause
the path
It's of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

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

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

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

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