Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

Well, mommy's dancer's quite a little secret
Workin' on the streets now, never keep it
It's quite an imposition and now she's wishin'
That she would have to the words they said
Taylor

Well, she just around
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And she'll pretend
Well, she's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 miles from

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the
And Sunny's silhouette let him in
And poor old Pete's got 'cause he's been fallin'
But somehow Sunny knows just where been

He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gonna his soul
But now that Saturday's
sometimes he thinks 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 pretend that
Well, he's somewhere so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

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