Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Taylor

Taylor was a good girl, never one to be
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 little dancer's quite a little
Workin' on the streets now, never keep it
It's quite an imposition and now only wishin'
That she would have listened to the words said
Poor

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

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the
And Sunny's won't let him in
And poor old got nothin' 'cause he's been 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 sometimes he thinks he's on his way
But I can see, that his break are on

And he just around
by the winter winds, yeah
And pretend that
Well, he's somewhere else so far and
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 she's lickin' to the man
the money in his pockets, flyin' in his rocket
Only by on his way to a better world
If Taylor finds a better world, Taylor's run away