Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining fingers on keys
Miming it wild on a stone table
Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my
Send an urgent

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

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

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

Yes and I'm given to believing in
I've written the word in my
And I on a shelf of the K2
of the believers that
Love, opens the just enough for a hand
To into the hand

I've 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
in our time or do we
Meet on the street again due to the
Batter it out and vendetta
surely to pause
Consider the
It's full of blood, and teeth and the glory of no one

Hands up if you've seen the sea
We're from a place an island status
Queuing the corner for a pencil and paper

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

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 living
Love, opens the fist just enough for a
To slip into the

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