Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

From to Cricklewood
I tell you the town good
Walkin' lonely
Where Rhinestone find the blues

There's people in their thing
Gettin' all the in
And the passin' and phassin' moons
flyin' in cloudy rooms

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

Just for to break the rules
I know it would be so
From Willesden to

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

hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten up and smilin' bright
Crossin' all the great
Color, age and heavy

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

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

From to Cricklewood
As I went it all good
about my babies grown
Thought about goin'

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

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

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