Luyện nghe bài hát Portobello Road

Getting up all day on smiles
down portobello road for miles
Greeting in Indian boots
Yellow ties and old brown
old is my only danger

Cuckoo clocks, and socks
of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not a beard
Or the boots made out of

I'll keep walking 'til I feel
A broom my feet
Or the hawking of an
Old stuffed bull the street

Nothings the if you see it again
It'll be down to litter
Oh, and the
Everyone that that dress will never fit her

Getting hung up all day on
Walking down road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian
Yellow and old brown suits
Growing old is my danger

Cuckoo clocks, and socks
of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not a beard
Or the made out of feathers

I'll keep walking 'til I feel
A broom my feet
Or the eyes of an
Old stuffed across the street

Nothing's the same if you see it
It'll be broken down to
Oh, and the
know that that dress will never fit her

Getting up all day on smiles
down portobello road for miles
Greeting in Indian boots
ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my danger