Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

Hands up if you've never the sea
I'm from a with an island status
us think that everyone hates us
Maybe they do
But they met you
They only know the at the tiller
And gambled the farm on a headline

Jesus, getting harder to see what they're doing it's done
And they're gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street

Yes and I'm to believing in love
I've written the word in my
And I perch on a of the K2
of the believers that
Love, opens the fist enough for a hand
To slip the hand

been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a caravan in the Andes
Making a break the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the street due to the few?
Batter it out and vendetta
Better surely to
Consider the
It's full of blood, snot and 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
With following and swiping at friends
send you a postcard
See you in
In a sweater of Atacama llama wool

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

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