🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

 They say Taylor was a good  never one to be late
  express ideas in her brain.
 Working on the night  passing out the tickets,
 your gonna  to pay her if you want to park here.
 
 Well mommy's little dancer is quite  little secret
 Working on the streets now, never  keep it.
  quite an imposition and now she's only wishin
 That she would  listened to the words they say...Poor Taylor.
 
 She just wanders  unaffected by,
 the winter winds yeah, she'll  that
 She's somewhere else,  far and clear
 about two thousand  from here.
 
 Well  Patrick pitter patters on the window,
 but Sunny's silhouette won't let  in.
 Poor  Pete's got nothing cuz he's been falling,
 And somehow  knows just where he's been.
 
 He thinks that singin  Sunday's gonna save his soul,
 now that Saturday's 
 And  he thinks that he's on his way,
  i can see, that his brake lights ARE on.
 
 He just wanders around,  by,
 the  winds yeah, and he'll pretend that,
 he's somewhere else, so  and clear,
  two thousand miles...from here
 
 Such a tough enchilada, filled  with nada,
 givin what you  give to get a dollar bill.
 Used to be  limber chick n' times have been a tickin,
  she's finger lickin to the man,
 With the money in his pocket, flying in  rocket,
  stopping by on his way to a better world.
 
 If  finds a better world, then Taylor's gonna run away.