Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

Well, little dancer's quite a little secret
Workin' on the now, never gonna keep it
It's quite an and now she's only wishin'
That she would have listened to the they said
Poor

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

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

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

And he just wonders
by the winter winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, he's somewhere so far and clear
About 2,000 miles 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 time's a been tickin'
Now she's lickin' to the man
With the money in his pockets, in his rocket
Only by on his way to a better world
If finds a better world, Taylor's gonna run away