Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

I've drooling
At mangy scraps of bread
And hungry voices
a lot of noise inside my head

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leftovers is I want
Don't need no fine
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 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 felt like theft

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

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

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

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

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