Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

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

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

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

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

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

Let's at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smilin'
all the great divides
Color, age and vibes

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

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 looked
Thought about my babies
Thought about goin'

about what's done is done
We're alive and the one
Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to

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

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