Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

From to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked
Walkin' avenues
Where Cowboys find the blues

There's people in doin' thing
Gettin' all the in
And the passin' time and moons
Words flyin' in cloudy

Plastic bags, milk and
The old crone's got achin' legs
How I would love to
To everybody on the

Just for once to break the
I it would be so cool
Willesden to Cricklewood

From to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no
Be a mad man on the
Sing somethin' out like petite

Let's hip-hop at traffic
Ten up and smilin' bright
Crossin' all the divides
Color, age and vibes

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

Oh, go down to Al Rashid's
All the lagers are on me
Now got the absinthe out
old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to
As I went it all looked
Thought my babies grown
about goin' home

Thought about done is done
We're and that's the one
From Willesden to
Willesden 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 Willesden to
I tell you the town good
From to Cricklewood
Willesden to Cricklewood