Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

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

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

Well, she just wonders
by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll that
Well, she's somewhere else so far and
About 2,000 from here

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

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

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

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