Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a girl, never one to be late
Complain express in her brain
Workin' on the shift passin' out the tickets
gonna have 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 imposition and now she's wishin'
That she have listened to the words they said
Poor

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

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

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

And he just wonders
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, he's somewhere else so far and
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 finger to the man
With the money in his pockets, flyin' in his
Only stoppin' by on his way to a better
If Taylor finds a better world, gonna run away