Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a girl, never 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 to park here

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

Well, she wonders around
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And she'll pretend
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

Peter Patrick pitter on the window
And Sunny's silhouette let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothin' 'cause been fallin'
But somehow Sunny knows just where been

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

And he just wonders
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And he'll pretend
Well, he's somewhere else so far and
2,000 miles from here

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