🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Taylor - Jack Johnson

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