Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

Well, mommy's little dancer's a little secret
Workin' on the streets now, gonna keep it
It's an imposition and now she's only wishin'
she would have listened to the words they said
Poor

Well, she wonders around
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And she'll that
Well, she's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 from here

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

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

And he just around
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And pretend that
Well, he's somewhere so far and clear
About 2,000 from here

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