🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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