🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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