Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

From Willesden to
I you the town looked good
Walkin' avenues
Rhinestone Cowboys find the blues

There's people in doin' thing
all the Mozzarella in
And the time and phassin' moons
Words flyin' in rooms

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

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

From Willesden to
Come me and be no good
Be a mad man on the
Sing somethin' out like reet

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

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

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

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

Thought about what's is done
alive and that's the one
From to Cricklewood
From to Cricklewood

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

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