Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a girl, never one to be late
Complain express in her brain
Workin' on the night passin' out the tickets
gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

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

Well, she just wonders
by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll that
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

Peter Patrick pitter on the window
And Sunny's silhouette let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothin' 'cause he's been
But somehow Sunny knows where he's been

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

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

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