Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a good girl, one to be late
express ideas in her brain
Workin' on the shift passin' out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park

Well, mommy's little quite a little secret
Workin' on the streets now, never gonna it
quite an imposition and now she's only wishin'
That she would have listened to the words they
Taylor

Well, she just wonders
by the winter winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, she's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 miles here

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the
And Sunny's won't let him in
And poor old got nothin' 'cause he's been fallin'
But somehow Sunny knows just where been

He thinks singin' on a Sunday's gonna save his soul
But now that Saturday's
Well sometimes he thinks he's on his way
But I can see, that his lights are on

And he just wonders
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And he'll pretend
Well, he's else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles from

such a tough enchilada filled up with nada
Givin' she got to give to get dollar bills
She used to be a limber chick time's a been
Now she's finger to the man
With the money in his pockets, in his rocket
Only stoppin' by on his way to a world
If finds a better world, Taylor's gonna run away