Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

She's not a picture above 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 to a worryin' mother
She meets me in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 in my pocket, it started to rattle
Her like a gun was just half of the battle
like a gun was just half 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 a gun was just half of the battle

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

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