Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

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

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

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

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

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

She'd been a man named Jim
I said I mind
Said the second is just my style
I'd glasses for the

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

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

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

I walked after her, it me down
And asked her why she
She said she 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 of that old sardine

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

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

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

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