Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a good girl, one to be late
express ideas in her brain
Workin' on the night passin' out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to here

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

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

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

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

And he wonders around
Unaffected by the winds, yeah
And he'll that
Well, he's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 miles 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 a been tickin'
Now she's finger to the man
With the money in his pockets, flyin' in his
stoppin' by on his way to a better world
If Taylor finds a world, Taylor's gonna run away