Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My to a napkin, I called for a taxi
The invite of eyes made it 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 but my acting was hopeless

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

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

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

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

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

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

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