Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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