Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a girl, never one to be late
Complain ideas 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 little quite a little secret
on the streets now, never gonna keep it
It's quite an imposition and now she's only
That she would have to the words they said
Poor

Well, she just wonders
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And pretend that
Well, she's somewhere so far and clear
About 2,000 miles from

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

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

And he just around
by the winter winds, yeah
And he'll pretend
Well, he's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 from here

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