🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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