Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be
Complain, express in her brain
on the night shift, passing out the tickets
You're gonna to pay her if you want to park here

Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little
Working on the streets now, never gonna it
It's an imposition and now she's only wishing
That she would have listened to the they said

Poor Taylor, she just around
Unaffected by the winter winds and pretend
That somewhere else, so far and clear
two thousand miles from here

Peter Patrick pitter on the window
But silhouette won't let him in
Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's been
Somehow knows just where he's been

He thinks that singing on Sunday is save his soul
Now that is gone
he thinks that he's on his way
But I can see that his lights are on

He just wanders
Unaffected by the winter and he'll pretend
That he's else, so far and clear
About two miles from here

Such a tough enchilada up with nada
Giving what she give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a chicken, times a been a ticking

Now she's licking to the man
With the money in his pocket, flying in his
stopping by on his way to a better world

If Taylor finds a better world then Taylor's gonna run