Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My pattern with isn't a flattering image
But I want to run away because I said so
I don't want to be the guy to all of my flaws
And I'll be you the side of me that I don't let show
in fashion
That has ever
Always crashing down
let go
But in a years it will be retro
You Marc Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my little cousins look the
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the fashion
Have a stale doughnut, I need no tips
Fuck a second 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 place that I 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)
Broken
Give'm here, here
Hand me downs (oh me downs)
Give me give me (leftovers)
Give me me sloppy seconds
Give'm give'm here

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

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