Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she just around
Unaffected by the winter winds,
And she'll pretend
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
About 2,000 from here

Peter Patrick pitter on the window
And Sunny's silhouette let him in
And poor old got nothin' 'cause he's been fallin'
But somehow Sunny knows just he's been

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

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

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