Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

Well, mommy's dancer's quite a little secret
Workin' on the streets now, gonna keep it
quite an imposition and now she's only wishin'
That she would listened to the words they said
Poor

Well, she just around
by the winter winds, yeah
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 silhouette let him in
And poor old Pete's got 'cause he's been fallin'
But somehow Sunny knows just he's been

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

And he wonders around
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, he's somewhere so far and clear
About 2,000 from here

such a tough enchilada filled up with nada
Givin' she got to give to get dollar bills
She used to be a limber chick a been tickin'
Now she's finger 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 world, Taylor's gonna run away