🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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