Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

She's not a picture somebody's fire
She in a towel with a purple hair dryer
She waits to get with me

She hooks up her cupcakes and on her jumper
that she'll be late to a worryin' mother
She me in Piccadilly

A folk singer stands tall by the entrance
His song relays worlds of most intentions
A fiver a ten P in his hat for

She talks about office, she talks about
She's seen one she her smile is impressing
So maybe I'll treat her

We queue among strangers and conversation
Love's on the lips of all of engagements
All queuing to see tonight's

A man behind me talks to his young
He's happy she is expecting his baby
His wife be pleased but she's not been round lately

The was so dreadful we left in a hurry
Escaped in the rain for an Indian
At the lit Taj Mahal

My lips to a napkin, I for a taxi
The invite of made it tense but relaxed me
My took a devious role

The cab took us home through a night I'd not
The club lights of adult films and Trini Lopez
My arm around love but my was hopeless

We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the
We kissed to the of the silence that we'd hired
Now captured, love in my arms

A door opened slightly a voice in worry
Mum went to bed without wind of the
Our secret love made its

Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
Loose change in my pocket, it started to
Her heart a gun was just half of the battle
Heart a gun was just half of the battle

Like Adam and Eve we took on the apple
like a gun was just half of the battle
Loose change in my pocket it started to

Heart like a gun was just of the battle
Her heart like a gun was just half of the
Heart like a gun was just half of the

Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
Heart like a gun was just half of the
change in my pocket it started to rattle

Heart like a gun was half of the battle
Her heart like a gun was just half of the
Heart like a gun was half of the battle