Luyện nghe bài hát Willesden To Cricklewood

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

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

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

Just for once to break the
I it would be so cool
From to Cricklewood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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