Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

I've been
At mangy scraps of bread
And these voices
Make a lot of noise my head

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

hanging round the underground
Found a of crumbs down there
Was and got some flotsam
a girl with long brown hair

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

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

She'd seeing a man named Jim
I said I didn't
Said the place is just my style
I'd for the line

I she was keen to come
And I knew I'd met my
I was sure that I had the door
And she had the latch

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

I said, "Bring dark eyes honey"
She said, "You yours"
Said I take second glance
So she walked out the

I walked after her, it me down
And asked her why she
She she only dealt leftovers
And that all else felt theft

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

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

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

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

Leftovers is what I
Don't no fine cuisine
Give me a for bacon rind
Or slip me of that old sardine