Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

She's not a picture above fire
She sits in a towel with a hair dryer
She to get even with me

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

A begging folk singer stands by the entrance
His song worlds of most good intentions
A a ten P in his hat for collection

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

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

A man me talks to his young lady
happy that she is expecting his baby
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been lately

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

My to a napkin, I called for a taxi
The of eyes made it tense but relaxed me
My mind a devious role

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

We crept like two thieves the kettle to the fire
We to the sound of the silence that we'd hired
Now captured, your love in my

A door opened a voice spoke in worry
Mum to bed without wind of the curry
Our secret love its advance

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

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

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

Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the
Heart a gun was just half of the battle
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 just half of the