Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

Well, mommy's little dancer's quite a secret
Workin' on the now, never gonna keep it
quite an imposition and now she's only wishin'
That she would have listened to the words they
Taylor

Well, she just around
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And pretend that
Well, she's else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the
And Sunny's won't let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothin' he's been fallin'
But somehow Sunny just where he's been

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

And he just wonders
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And he'll pretend
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

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