Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

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

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

Poor Taylor, she just wanders
Unaffected by the winter and she'll pretend
That she's else, so far and clear
About two miles from here

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

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

He just around
Unaffected by the winds and he'll pretend
he's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two miles from here

Such a enchilada filled up with nada
Giving what she gotta give to get a bill
to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking

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

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