Luyện nghe bài hát K2

I'm imagining rippling on keys
it wild on a cold stone table
Picturing and for home and jiggling my knees
an urgent cable

Dickhead's a runner and he's wondering
If cares
Is the landing on
Back to the that mum's eggs hatched in
me her perfume
Give me her and advice

Hands up if you've never the sea
I'm from a land an island status
Makes us think that hates us
darling they do
But haven't met you
They only the villains at the tiller
And they the farm on a headline

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

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

been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a caravan in the Andes
Making a with the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
on the street again due to the few?
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 of virii
God us to a digital end
With following and swiping at friends
send you a postcard
See you in
In a sweater made of llama wool

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