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 arms and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to pull out all the chips
'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 your seat
And pulling you from the open window of flipped car

pizza
Tie-dye
hearts
Give'm here, here
Hand me
me give me leftovers
Give me give me sloppy
Give em here, give em

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

Show me someone who they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody whose got no
Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't 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 promised that I rock it till it's thread bare
Bet on it
Every single person got a skeletons
So pretty soon, in room
It'll just be me and you we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the

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

pizza
Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts)
hearts
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 still you
I don't care where been
How miles, I still love you

I don't (cold pizza)
you've been (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still you
I don't (hand me downs)
Where you've (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 because I so
I want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me I don't let show
Everything in
That has happened
Always coming crashing
let go
But in a couple it will be retro
You Marc Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But it's why my little cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
the fashion po-po
Have a doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a five rule
a plan I never understood
It's September in my kitchen in a sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with goods

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

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

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

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