Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you love a car for its job
Love you if you a car for the road trips
Show me the miles and your and the pink scar
the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
'Cause you were on the gas just 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 window of your flipped car

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

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

me someone who says they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody whose got no
gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me
We won't until we get there
The who, or the what, or the where
My favorite sweater was a present that I got a presidents ago
And I promised I would rock it till it's thread bare
Bet on it
Every single got a couple skeletons
So soon, in this room
It'll just be me and you we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the

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

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

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

My with women isn't a flattering image
But I don't want to run away I said so
I don't to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me I don't let show
in fashion
That has ever
Always coming down
let go
But in a couple years it will be
You rock Marc
My shirts have the
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my little look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
the fashion po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no
Fuck a five rule
That's a I never understood
It's in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with goods

And there is not a single place that I would 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
Give'm here, Give'm
me downs (oh hand me downs)
Give me give me (leftovers)
Give me me sloppy seconds
here give'm here

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