Luyện nghe bài hát Leftovers

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

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

hanging round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs there
Was and got some flotsam
From a girl with brown hair

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

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

She'd been seeing a man Jim
I said I didn't
Said the second is just my style
I'd glasses for the

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

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

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 she only dealt leftovers
And that all else felt theft

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

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

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

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

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