Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

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

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

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

Show me someone who says got no baggage
show you somebody whose 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 favorite sweater was a 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 couple
So soon, in this room
It'll just be me and you when we out all the elephants
Me and you and the

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

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

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

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

My pattern with women isn't a flattering
But I don't want to run away I said so
I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my
And I'll be you the side of me that I don't let show
Everything in
That has happened
Always coming crashing
let go
But in a couple years it will be
You rock Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my little look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't no tips
Fuck a five second
a plan I never understood
It's September in my in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the with damaged goods

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

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

I don't care where you've
How miles, I still love you
I don't where you've been
How many miles, I 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 you've (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still you