🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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