Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

I've drooling
At some mangy of bread
And these voices
a lot of noise inside my head

Show me the way to the rubbish
Or the bins at time
I'd a mile just to catch a smile
From a fish without its

Been hanging the underground
Found a couple of crumbs there
Was lucky and got flotsam
From a girl long brown hair

She her name was Mary May
And she the springtime, oh
She said she left the meal ate
She said she left the of toast

Leftovers is what I
Don't need no cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon
Or slip me some of old sardine

been seeing a man named Jim
I I didn't mind
Said the place is just my style
I'd glasses for the

I felt she was to come
And I I'd met my match
I was that I had locked the door
And she had dropped the

is what I want
Don't need no fine
Give me a dime for bacon
Or slip me of that old sardine

I said, "Bring dark eyes honey"
She said, "You yours"
Said I don't take glance
So she walked out the

I after her, it weighed me down
And her why she left
She said she only leftovers
And that all felt like theft

Leftovers is what I
need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon
Or slip me some of old sardine

is what I want
Don't need no cuisine
Give me a dime for rind
Or slip me some of old sardine

If you see her say
be out handing scraps
But don't be fooled, her is ruled
By off the maps

Show me the way to the rubbish
Or the bins at time
I'd a mile just to catch a smile
From a fish its prime

Leftovers is I want
Don't need no fine
Give me a for bacon rind
Or me some of that old sardine