Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

She's not a picture somebody's fire
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 worryin'
She meets me in

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

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

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

A man behind me to his young lady
He's happy that she is expecting his
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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