Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

I've drooling
At mangy scraps of bread
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 to catch a smile
From a fish without its

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

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

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

She'd been seeing a man Jim
I I didn't mind
Said the 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 that I had locked the door
And she had dropped the

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

I said, "Bring dark eyes honey"
She said, "You yours"
Said I take second glance
So she out the door

I walked after her, it weighed me
And her why she left
She said she only leftovers
And all else felt like theft

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

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

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

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

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