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
gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

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

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

Patrick pitter patters on the window
And Sunny's silhouette let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothin' he's been fallin'
But somehow knows 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 lights are on

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

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