Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

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

pizza
Tie-dye
Broken
Give'm here, give'm
me downs
Give me give me
Give me me sloppy seconds
Give em here, em here

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

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

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

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

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

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

My pattern with women isn't a image
But I don't want to run away I said so
I don't to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me that I let show
Everything in
That has ever
Always coming down
let go
But in a couple years it will be
You Marc Ecko
My shirts the gecko
in the past man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
the fashion po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't no tips
Fuck a five rule
That's a I never understood
It's September in my in a Christmas sweater
Sipping 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 fucked up like me

pizza (cold pizza)
Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts)
Broken
here, Give'm here
Hand me downs (oh me downs)
Give me me leftovers (leftovers)
Give me me sloppy seconds
Give'm here give'm

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

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