Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she just wonders
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And she'll that
Well, she's else so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

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

He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gonna save his
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
by the winter winds, yeah
And he'll that
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

She's such a enchilada filled up with nada
Givin' she got to give to get dollar bills
She to be a limber chick time's a been 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, gonna run away