Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she just around
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, she's somewhere so far and clear
About 2,000 miles from

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

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

And he just around
by the winter winds, yeah
And he'll that
Well, somewhere else so far and clear
2,000 miles from here

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 a been tickin'
Now she's lickin' to the man
With the money in his pockets, in his rocket
Only by on his way to a better world
If Taylor finds a world, Taylor's gonna run away