🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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