Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a good girl, one to be late
express ideas in her brain
Workin' on the night shift passin' out the
gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

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

Well, she wonders around
by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll pretend
Well, she's else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles from

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

He thinks singin' 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 break are on

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

She's such a tough enchilada up with nada
Givin' what she got to give to get dollar
She used to be a limber time's a been tickin'
Now finger 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 gonna run