Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

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

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

Poor Taylor, she just around
Unaffected by the winter winds and she'll
That she's else, so far and clear
About two miles from here

Peter Patrick 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 singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
Now Saturday is gone
Sometimes he thinks that on his way
But I can see that his lights are on

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

Such a tough filled up with nada
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar
Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a

Now finger licking to the man
the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Only by on his way to a better world

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