Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

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

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

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

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

He thinks singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday is
Sometimes he thinks that on his way
But I can see his break lights are on

He wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds and he'll
That he's somewhere else, so far and
About two miles from here

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

Now she's finger to the man
the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better

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