Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

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

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

Been round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down
Was lucky and got flotsam
a girl with long brown hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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