Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

Well, mommy's little quite a little secret
on the streets now, never gonna keep it
It's an imposition and now she's only wishin'
That she have listened to the words they said
Poor

Well, she just around
by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll that
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

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

He thinks that singin' on a gonna save his soul
But now that Saturday's
Well sometimes he 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 he'll pretend
Well, he's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 miles from

She's such a tough enchilada filled up nada
what she got to give to get dollar bills
She used to be a limber chick time's a been
Now she's lickin' to the man
With the money in his pockets, in his rocket
Only stoppin' by on his way to a world
If Taylor a better world, Taylor's gonna run away