🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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