Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a girl, never one to be late
Complain ideas in her brain
Workin' on the shift passin' out the tickets
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 an imposition and now she's only wishin'
That she would have listened to the they said
Poor

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

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

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

And he just wonders
by the winter winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, he's else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles from

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