Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

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

She hooks up her and puts on her jumper
Explains that be late to a worryin' mother
She me in Piccadilly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We like two thieves from the kettle to the fire
We kissed to the sound of the silence that hired
Now captured, love in my arms

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

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

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

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

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

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