Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

Hands up if never seen the sea
I'm from a with an island status
Makes us think everyone hates us
Maybe darling 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 'til it's done
And they're never gonna make an on Fleet Street

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

I've been asleep in the woods a mother to be
on a static caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the steel 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
Consider the
It's full of blood, snot and and the glory of no one

Hands up if you've seen the sea
We're from a place with an status
Queuing round the corner for a and paper

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

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

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 bomb site living
Love, opens the fist just enough for a
To into the hand, to slip into the hand