Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

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

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

Been round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down
Was lucky and got flotsam
From a 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

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

She'd been a man named Jim
I I didn't mind
the second 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 sure that I had locked the
And she had the latch

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

I said, "Bring your eyes honey"
She said, "You yours"
Said I don't second glance
So she out the door

I walked her, it weighed me down
And asked her why she
She said she only dealt
And that all else felt like

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

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

If you see her say
be out handing scraps
But be fooled, her heart is ruled
By off the maps

me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing
I'd walk a mile to catch a smile
From a without its prime

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