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

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

Show me someone who says got no baggage
I'll you somebody whose got no story
gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me
We won't know we get there
The who, or the what, or the when
My favorite sweater was a that I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it till thread bare
Bet on it
single person got a couple skeletons
So pretty soon, in room
It'll just be me and you when we out all the elephants
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 behind these thin walls

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

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

My pattern women isn't a flattering image
But I don't want to run away I said so
I don't want to be the guy to all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me that I don't let
in fashion
That has ever
coming crashing down
let go
But in a couple years it be retro
You rock Marc
My have the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was
But now's it's why my cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the fashion
Have a stale doughnut, I need no tips
Fuck a second rule
That's a plan I never
It's September in my in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold on the phone with damaged goods

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

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

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