Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

Well, little dancer's quite a little 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 just around
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And she'll that
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

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

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

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

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