Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be
Complain, express 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 dancer has a little secret
Working on the now, never gonna keep it
It's quite an imposition and now she's wishing
That she would have listened to the they said

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

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

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

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

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

Now she's licking to the man
With the in his pocket, flying in his rocket
stopping by on his way to a better world

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