Luyện nghe bài hát Piccadilly

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

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

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

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

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 talks to his lady
He's that she is expecting his baby
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round

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

My to a napkin, I called for a taxi
The invite of made it tense but relaxed me
My took a devious 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 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 slightly a voice spoke in worry
Mum went to bed without of the curry
Our secret made its advance

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

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

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

Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the
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
Heart like a gun was half of the battle