Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a girl, never one to be late
express ideas in her brain
Workin' on the night shift out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you to park here

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

Well, she just around
by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll pretend
Well, she's somewhere so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

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

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

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

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