🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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