Luyện nghe bài hát Taylor

They say Taylor was a good girl, one to be late
Complain, ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift, out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to here

Well, mommy's little has quite a little secret
on the streets now, never gonna keep it
It's quite an and now she's only wishing
That she would have listened to the words they

Poor Taylor, she wanders around
by the winter winds and she'll pretend
That somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles here

Patrick pitter patters on the window
But Sunny silhouette let him in
Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's falling
Somehow Sunny just where he's been

He thinks that singing on is gonna save his soul
Now Saturday is gone
he thinks that he's on his way
But I can see that his break are on

He wanders around
Unaffected by the winter and he'll pretend
That somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles here

Such a tough filled up with nada
Giving what she gotta give to get a bill
Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a

Now she's licking to the man
With the in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Only by on his way to a better world

If Taylor finds a better world then Taylor's run away