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 arms and the scar
Where the doctor had to pull out all the chips
you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
Right in the moment where the road a bit sharp
And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping your belt
And pulling you the open window of your flipped car

Cold
Tie-dye
Broken
Give'm here, here
me downs
Give me give me
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 where you've been
How many miles, I still you

Show me who says they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody whose got no
Nothing gory means no glory, but please don't bore me
We won't until 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 it's thread bare
Bet on it
Every single person got a couple
So pretty soon, in this
It'll just be me and you when we out all the elephants
Me and you and the

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

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

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

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

My pattern with women isn't a image
But I don't want to run because 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 that I don't let
Everything in
has ever happened
Always coming crashing
let go
But in a couple it will be retro
You rock Ecko
My shirts have the
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But it's why my little cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
the fashion po-po
Have a doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a five second
That's a I never understood
September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping coffee on the phone with damaged goods

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

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

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

I don't (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