Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

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

She hooks up her 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 relays worlds of most 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 smile is
So I'll treat her someday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
Heart like a gun was just of the battle
Loose change in my it started to rattle

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