Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

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

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

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

been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the steel magpie on the
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the street due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh
surely to pause
Consider the
It's full of blood, snot and and the glory of no one

Hands up if never seen the sea
from a place with an island status
Queuing round the corner for a and paper

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

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

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