🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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