Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she just wonders
by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll that
Well, she's else so far and clear
About 2,000 from here

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

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, his break lights are on

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

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