🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

 They say Taylor was a good girl,  one to be late
 complain, express ideas in her 
 Working on the  shift, passing out the tickets,
 your gonna  to pay her if you want to park here.
 
 Well  little dancer is quite a little secret
 Working on the streets  never gonna keep it.
 It's  an imposition and now she's only wishin
 That she would have listened to the words  say...Poor Taylor.
 
  just wanders around, unaffected by,
 the winter winds yeah,  pretend that
  somewhere else, so far and clear
  two thousand miles, from here.
 
  Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window,
 but Sunny's silhouette  let him in.
 Poor old Pete's got nothing  he's been falling,
 And somehow  knows just where he's been.
 
 He thinks that singin on Sunday's gonna save  soul,
  that Saturday's gone.
 And sometimes he thinks  he's on his way,
  i can see, that his brake lights ARE on.
 
  just wanders around, unaffected by,
  winter winds yeah, and he'll pretend that,
 he's  else, so far and clear,
  two thousand miles...from here
 
 Such a tough enchilada, filled  with nada,
 givin what you gotta give to get a dollar 
 Used to be a limber chick n' times have been a 
 now she's finger lickin  the man,
 With the money in his  flying in his rocket,
 only stopping by on his  to a better world.
 
 If Taylor finds a better world, then Taylor's gonna run