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
Send an cable

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

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

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

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

I've been asleep in the with a mother to be
Planning on a static in the Andes
a break with the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the street due to the few?
Batter it out and vendetta
Better to pause
Consider the
It's full of blood, snot and and the glory of no one

Hands up if never seen the sea
from 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 strangers and swiping at
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 living
Love, the fist just enough for a hand
To slip the hand

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