Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

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

Peter pitter 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 where he's been

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

And he wonders around
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
what she got to give to get dollar bills
She used to be a limber chick a been tickin'
Now finger lickin' to the man
With the money in his pockets, flyin' in his
Only stoppin' by on his way to a world
If Taylor finds a better world, Taylor's run away