Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

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

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

Been hanging round the
a couple of crumbs down there
Was and got some flotsam
From a girl with 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

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

been seeing a man named Jim
I said I didn't
Said the second place is just my
I'd for the line

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

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

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

I after her, it weighed me down
And asked her why she
She said she only dealt
And that all else felt theft

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

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

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

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

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