Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a good girl, one to be late
Complain express in her brain
Workin' on the night passin' out the tickets
You're gonna to pay her if you want to park here

Well, mommy's little dancer's quite a secret
Workin' on the streets now, gonna keep it
It's quite an imposition and now she's wishin'
That she would have listened to the words said
Taylor

Well, she just wonders
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And she'll pretend
Well, she's somewhere so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

Peter pitter patters on the window
And silhouette won't let him in
And poor old Pete's got 'cause he's been fallin'
But Sunny knows just where he's been

He that singin' on a Sunday's gonna save his soul
But now that gone
Well sometimes he thinks he's on his way
But I can see, that his lights are on

And he just around
by the winter winds, yeah
And he'll that
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles from

She's such a tough filled up with nada
Givin' what she got to give to get bills
She used to be a limber chick time's a tickin'
Now she's lickin' to the man
the money in his pockets, flyin' in his rocket
Only stoppin' by on his way to a world
If Taylor finds a world, Taylor's gonna run away