Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

From Willesden to
I tell you the town looked
lonely avenues
Where Rhinestone Cowboys find the

There's in doin' their thing
all the Mozzarella in
And the passin' time and moons
Words in cloudy rooms

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

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

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

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

From Willesden to
I tell you the looked good
From to Cricklewood
Willesden 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 a stout

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

Thought about what's is done
We're and that's the one
From Willesden to
From Willesden to

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

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