Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A door opened slightly a voice in worry
Mum went to bed wind of the curry
Our secret made its advance

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

Like Adam and Eve we bite on the apple
Heart like a gun was half 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 like a gun was half of the battle

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