Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

From to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked
Walkin' lonely
Rhinestone Cowboys find the blues

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

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

Just for to break the rules
I know it be so cool
From to Cricklewood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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