Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

From to Cricklewood
I tell you the looked good
Walkin' lonely
Where Cowboys find the blues

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

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

Just for to break the rules
I it would be so cool
Willesden to Cricklewood

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

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

From to Cricklewood
I tell you the town good
From to Cricklewood
Willesden 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 Willesden to
As I went it all good
about my babies grown
Thought about home

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

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

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