Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

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

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

Poor Taylor, she wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds and she'll
That she's somewhere else, so far and
About two thousand from here

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

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

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

Such a tough enchilada filled up nada
Giving she gotta give to get a dollar bill
to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking

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

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