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
gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

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

Poor Taylor, she just wanders
Unaffected by the winter winds and 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
old Pete's got nothing because he's been falling
Somehow Sunny knows where he's been

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

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

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

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

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