Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you love a car for its job
Love you if you love a car for the trips
Show me the miles and arms and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to pull out all the chips
'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit
Right in the moment where the road 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 me leftovers
me give me sloppy seconds
Give em here, give em

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

Show me someone who says they got no
I'll show you somebody got no story
Nothing gory no glory, but baby please don't bore me
We know 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 till thread bare
Bet on it
Every single got a couple skeletons
So soon, in this room
just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the

We all our pitfalls
Beer's flat, the have been called
And everybody and their 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, here

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

I don't (cold pizza)
Where you've (tie-dye shirts)
How (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
I don't (hand me downs)
Where you've (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 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
has ever happened
Always coming crashing
let go
But in a years it will be retro
You rock Marc
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
the fashion po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I need no tips
Fuck a second rule
That's a plan I never
It's September in my kitchen in a sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the with damaged goods

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

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

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

I don't (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 (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you