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 pull out all the chips
'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit
And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping seat belt
And pulling you the open window of your flipped car

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

I don't care you've been
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 got no story
Nothing gory means no glory, but please don't bore me
We know 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 that I would rock it till thread bare
Bet on it
Every single person got a couple
So pretty soon, in this
just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the

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

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

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

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

My with women isn't a flattering image
But I want to run away because I said so
I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my
And I'll be giving you the side of me that I let show
in fashion
That has ever
coming crashing down
let go
But in a couple years it be retro
You Marc Ecko
My have the gecko
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my little cousins the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a five second
That's a plan I understood
It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas
cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods

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

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

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

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