🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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