Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she just wonders
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, she's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 from here

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

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

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

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