Luyện nghe bài hát Portobello Road

Getting up all day on smiles
Walking portobello road for miles
strangers 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 even a
Or the boots out of feathers

keep walking miles 'til I feel
A beneath my feet
Or the hawking of an
Old stuffed across the street

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

Getting hung up all day on
Walking portobello road for miles
strangers in Indian boots
Yellow ties and old suits
old is my only danger

Cuckoo clocks, and plastic
Lampshades of old leather
looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of

I'll keep miles 'til I feel
A broom beneath my
Or the hawking of an
Old stuffed bull across the

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

Getting up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for
strangers in Indian boots
Yellow ties and old brown
Growing old is my only