Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

From to Cricklewood
I tell you the town good
lonely avenues
Where Cowboys find the blues

people in doin' their thing
Gettin' all the in
And the passin' and phassin' moons
Words in cloudy rooms

Plastic bags, milk and
The poor old crone's got legs
How I would to speak
To on the street

Just for once to the rules
I know it be so cool
From Willesden to

Willesden to Cricklewood
Come me and be no good
Be a mad man on the
Sing out like reet petite

hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and bright
Crossin' all the divides
Color, age and vibes

From Willesden to
I tell you the town looked
From Willesden to
From to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go to Al Rashid's
All the lagers are on me
Now you've got the out
Your old mother, she a stout

Willesden to Cricklewood
As I it all looked good
Thought about my babies
Thought about home

about what's done is done
We're alive and the one
From to Cricklewood
From to Cricklewood

Oh, go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie are on me
Now you've got the out
Your old mother, she a stout

From to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked
Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to