Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

up if you've never seen the sea
I'm a land with an island status
Makes us think that everyone us
darling they do
But haven't met you
They only 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
written 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 into the

I've been asleep in the woods a mother to be
Planning on a static caravan in the
Making a with the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the street again due to the
Batter it out and refresh
surely to pause
Consider the
It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the of no one

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

Come the of virii
God send us to a end
following strangers and swiping at friends
I'll 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 bomb site room
Love, opens the fist just enough for a
To slip the hand

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