Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If Taylor finds a better world then gonna run away