Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

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

people in doin' their thing
Gettin' all the in
And the passin' time and phassin'
Words flyin' in cloudy

bags, milk and eggs
The poor old got achin' legs
How I love to speak
To on the street

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thought about done is done
We're alive and 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
Your old mother, she wants a

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