Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

They say Taylor was a good girl, one to be late
Complain, ideas in her brain
Working on the shift, passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to here

Well, little dancer has quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, gonna keep it
It's quite an imposition and now she's wishing
That she would listened to the words they said

Poor Taylor, she wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds and pretend
That she's somewhere else, so far and
About two thousand from here

Patrick pitter patters on the window
But silhouette won't let him in
Poor old Pete's got nothing because been falling
Somehow Sunny knows just where been

He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his
Now that Saturday is
Sometimes he that he's on his way
But I can see that his break are on

He wanders around
Unaffected by the winds and he'll pretend
he's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two miles from here

Such a tough filled up with nada
Giving she gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken, a been a ticking

Now she's finger to the man
the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Only by on his way to a better world

If finds a better world then Taylor's gonna run away