Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a good girl, one to be late
Complain ideas in her brain
on the night shift passin' out the tickets
You're have to pay her if you want to park here

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

Well, she wonders around
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And she'll pretend
Well, she's somewhere so far and clear
About 2,000 from here

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

He thinks that 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 lights are on

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

She's such a tough enchilada up with nada
Givin' she got to give to get dollar 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 stoppin' by on his way to a world
If Taylor finds a better world, gonna run away