Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

She's not a picture above fire
She sits in a towel a purple hair dryer
She waits to get with me

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

A begging folk singer tall 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 one she fancies her smile is impressing
So I'll treat her someday

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

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

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

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

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

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

A door opened slightly a voice in worry
Mum went to bed wind of the curry
Our secret love made its

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

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

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

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