Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm rippling fingers on keys
Miming it wild on a cold stone
Picturing and wishing for and jiggling my knees
an urgent cable

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

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

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

Yes and I'm given to believing in
I've written the in my blood
And I perch on a of the K2
Made of the that
Love, opens the fist just for a hand
To into the hand

been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a static caravan in the
Making a break with the steel on the rise
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, snot and and the glory of no one

up if you've never seen the sea
We're from a with an island status
Queuing round the corner for a and paper

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

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

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