Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

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

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

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

She about office, she talks about dresses
She's seen one she her smile is impressing
So I'll treat her someday

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

A man behind me talks to his lady
He's happy she is expecting his baby
His wife be pleased but she's not been round lately

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

My lips to a napkin, I called for a
The invite of eyes 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 Lopez
My arm around love but my was hopeless

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

A door opened slightly a spoke in worry
Mum to bed without wind of the curry
Our love made its advance

Like Adam and Eve we took on the apple
change in my pocket, it started to rattle
Her like 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 in my pocket it started to rattle

Heart like a gun was just of the battle
Her like a gun was just half of the battle
like 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
change in my pocket it started to rattle

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