Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you love a car for its job
Love you if you love a car for the road
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone
'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit
Right in the where the road curved a bit sharp
And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping seat belt
And pulling you from the open window of your car

pizza
Tie-dye
Broken
Give'm here, here
Hand me
Give me me leftovers
Give me give me seconds
Give em here, em here

I don't care where you've
How many miles, I still you
I don't care where been
How miles, I still love you

Show me someone who says got no baggage
show you somebody whose got no story
Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please bore me
We won't until we get there
The who, or the what, or the when
My favorite sweater was a present I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it it's thread bare
Bet on it
Every single got a couple skeletons
So soon, in this room
It'll just be me and you when we out all the elephants
Me and you and the

We all our pitfalls
Beer's flat, the cabs been called
And everybody and momma can hear the drama
That's happening behind these walls

Cold
shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken
here, give'm here
Hand me (hand me downs)
(leftovers)
Sloppy
Give'm here, here

I don't where you've been
How many miles, I love you
I don't care where you've
How many miles, I still you

I care (cold pizza)
Where been (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I love you
I don't (hand me downs)
you've been (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I love you

My pattern with women isn't a flattering
But I don't want to run away I said so
I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my
And be giving you the side of me that I don't let show
Everything in
That has ever
Always coming crashing
let go
But in a years it will be retro
You rock Ecko
My have the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was
But it's why my little cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no
a five second rule
That's a plan I never
It's September in my kitchen in a sweater
cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods

And there is not a single that I would rather be
I'm fucked up just like you are, and you're up just like me

Cold (cold pizza)
Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts)
hearts
Give'm here, Give'm
me downs (oh hand me downs)
Give me give me (leftovers)
Give me give me seconds
Give'm here here

I don't care where been
How many miles, I love you
I don't care you've been
How many miles, I love you

I care (cold pizza)
Where you've (tie-dye shirts)
How (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
I care (hand me downs)
Where been (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I love you