🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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