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 even me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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