🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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