Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be
Complain, express ideas in her
Working on the night shift, out the tickets
gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

Well, mommy's little has quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, never gonna it
It's quite an and now she's only wishing
That she would have to the words they said

Poor Taylor, she just wanders
Unaffected by the winter and she'll pretend
That she's else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles here

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the
But Sunny silhouette let him in
Poor old got nothing because he's been falling
Somehow Sunny knows just where been

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

He wanders around
by the winter winds and he'll pretend
That he's somewhere else, so far and
About two thousand miles here

Such a enchilada filled up with nada
Giving what she gotta to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken, times a a ticking

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

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