🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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