Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

Hands up if you've seen the sea
I'm from a with an island status
Makes us think that hates us
Maybe darling do
But haven't met you
They only know the at the tiller
And they the farm on a headline

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

Yes and I'm to believing in love
I've the word in my blood
And I perch on a 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 with a mother to be
Planning on a static caravan in the
Making a break with the steel magpie on the
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the again due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh
Better surely to
the path
It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the of no one

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

Come the of virii
God send us to a end
With following 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 in love
I've written the in my blood
seen it make a heaven of
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb site room
Love, opens the just enough for a hand
To slip into the

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