Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

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

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

A begging folk stands tall by the entrance
His song relays worlds of good intentions
A a ten P in his hat for collection

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

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

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

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

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

The cab us home through a night I'd not noticed
The neon club lights of adult films and Trini
My arm around love but my 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, love in my arms

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

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

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

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