Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

They say was a good girl, never one to be late
Complain, express in her brain
Working on the shift, passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park

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

Poor Taylor, she just wanders
Unaffected by the winds and she'll pretend
That somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles from

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

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

He just around
Unaffected by the winter winds and pretend
That somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles here

Such a tough enchilada up with nada
what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a

Now finger licking to the man
With the in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a world

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