Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

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

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

Poor Taylor, she just around
by the winter winds and she'll pretend
That she's somewhere else, so far and
About two thousand miles from

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

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

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

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

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

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