Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

Well, mommy's little 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 listened to the words said
Taylor

Well, she wonders around
by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll that
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

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

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

And he wonders around
Unaffected by the winter winds,
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' she got to give to get dollar bills
She used to be a limber chick a been tickin'
Now she's lickin' to the man
the money in his pockets, flyin' in his rocket
Only stoppin' by on his way to a better
If Taylor finds a better world, gonna run away