Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a good girl, one to be late
express ideas in her brain
Workin' on the night shift out the tickets
gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

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

Well, she wonders around
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And she'll pretend
Well, she's else so far and clear
About 2,000 miles here

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

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

And he just wonders
by the winter winds, yeah
And he'll pretend
Well, he's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 miles from

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