🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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