Luyện nghe bài hát K2

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

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

Hands up if never seen the sea
I'm from a land an island status
us think that everyone hates us
Maybe they do
But haven't met you
They only know the at the tiller
And gambled the farm on a headline

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

Yes and I'm to believing in love
I've written the in my blood
And I on a shelf of the K2
of the believers that
Love, opens the just enough for a hand
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 the steel magpie on the rise
in our time or do we
Meet on the again due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh
surely to pause
Consider the
It's of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one

Hands up if you've never the sea
We're a place with an island 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 send you a
See you in
In a sweater made of Atacama wool

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

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 living room
Love, opens the just enough for a hand
To slip into the hand, to slip into the