Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she just wonders
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And she'll pretend
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

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

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

And he wonders around
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And he'll that
Well, he's else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles from

She's such a tough enchilada up with nada
Givin' she got to give to get dollar bills
She used to be a limber chick time's a tickin'
Now she's lickin' to the man
the money in his pockets, flyin' in his rocket
Only by on his way to a better world
If Taylor a better world, Taylor's gonna run away