🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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