Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a girl, never one to be late
Complain ideas in her brain
Workin' on the night shift passin' out the
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 said
Poor

Well, she just around
by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll pretend
Well, she's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 miles from

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

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

And he just wonders
by the winter winds, yeah
And he'll pretend
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
About 2,000 from 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 tickin'
Now she's lickin' to the man
With the money in his pockets, in his rocket
Only stoppin' by on his way to a better
If Taylor finds a better world, Taylor's gonna run