Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

I've been
At some mangy scraps of
And hungry voices
Make a lot of inside my head

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

Been round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down
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 the meal half ate
She she left the crusts of toast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Show me the way to the dump
Or the at closing time
I'd a mile just to catch a smile
From a without its prime

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