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 want to here

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

Well, she just wonders
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And she'll that
Well, she's somewhere else so far and
2,000 miles from here

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

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

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

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