Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a girl, never one to be late
Complain express in her brain
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
It's quite an imposition and now only wishin'
That she would have 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
About 2,000 from here

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

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

And he just wonders
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And he'll pretend
Well, he's else so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

She's such a enchilada filled 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
the money in his pockets, flyin' in his rocket
Only stoppin' by on his way to a world
If Taylor finds a better world, gonna run away