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 trips
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink
Where the doctor had to pull out all the chips
'Cause you were pressing on the gas a bit hard
Right in the moment the road curved a bit sharp
And when you woke up, was unclipping your seat belt
And pulling you from the open window of flipped car

Cold
shirts
Broken
Give'm here, give'm
me downs
Give me give me
Give me give me sloppy
Give em here, em here

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

Show me someone who they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody got no story
Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't 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 that I would rock it it's thread bare
Bet on it
Every single person got a couple
So soon, in this room
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 their momma can hear the
That's happening these thin walls

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

I don't care where been
How miles, I still 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 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 image
But I don't to run away because 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 happened
coming crashing down
let go
But in a couple it will be retro
You Marc Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was
But now's it's why my little cousins look the
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no
Fuck a five rule
That's a plan I understood
It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged

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

pizza (cold pizza)
Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts)
Broken
Give'm here, Give'm
Hand me (oh hand me downs)
Give me give me (leftovers)
Give me give me sloppy
here give'm 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 don't (cold pizza)
Where you've (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I love you
I don't (hand me downs)
you've been (left overs)
How (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you