Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

Dickhead's done a and he's wondering
If cares
Is the light on
Back to the pebbles that mum's hatched in
me her perfume
Give me her prayers and

Hands up if you've never the sea
I'm a land with an island status
Makes us think that hates us
Maybe they do
But they met you
They only the villains at the tiller
And gambled the farm on a headline

Jesus, getting harder to see what they're doing 'til it's
And never 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
Made of the believers
Love, opens the fist enough 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 the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our or do we
Meet on the street due to the few?
it out and refresh vendetta
Better surely to
the path
It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the of no one

Hands up if you've never the sea
We're from a place with an status
Queuing round the corner for a and paper

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

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

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