Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she wonders around
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, she's else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

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

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

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

She's such a tough enchilada up with nada
what she got to give to get dollar bills
She used to be a chick time's a been tickin'
Now she's lickin' to the man
With the in his pockets, flyin' in his rocket
stoppin' by on his way to a better world
If Taylor a better world, Taylor's gonna run away