Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she wonders around
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

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

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

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

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