Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

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

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

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

I've been asleep in the with a mother to be
Planning on a static in the Andes
Making a break with the steel magpie on the
in our time or do we
Meet on the street again due to the
Batter it out and refresh
Better surely to
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 an island status
Queuing round the for a pencil and paper

Come the virus of
God send us to a end
With following strangers and swiping at
I'll you a postcard
See you in
In a made of Atacama llama wool

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

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