Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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