Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

up if you've never seen the sea
I'm from a with an island status
Makes us think everyone hates us
darling they do
But they met you
only know the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the on a headline

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

Yes and I'm to believing in love
I've written the in my blood
And I perch on a of the K2
Made of the believers
Love, opens the fist enough for a hand
To slip the hand

I've been asleep in the woods a mother to be
on a static 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 refresh
Better to pause
the path
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 with an 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 you a postcard
See you in
In a sweater made of Atacama wool

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

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