🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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