Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she wonders around
by the winter winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, she's somewhere else so far and
2,000 miles from here

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

He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gonna save his
But now that Saturday's
Well he thinks that he's 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, somewhere else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

She's such a tough filled up with nada
Givin' what she got to give to get bills
She used to be a limber chick time's a 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 finds a better world, Taylor's gonna run away