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 and your arms and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone
'Cause you were pressing on the gas 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 the open window of your flipped car

pizza
Tie-dye
hearts
Give'm here, here
me downs
Give me me leftovers
Give me me sloppy seconds
Give em here, give em

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

Show me someone who says they got no
I'll show you somebody whose got no
Nothing gory 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 was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it till thread bare
Bet on it
Every single person got a skeletons
So pretty soon, in this
just be me and you when we clear 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 hear the
happening behind these thin walls

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

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

I don't (cold pizza)
you've been (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 a flattering image
But I don't want to run away because I 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
in fashion
That has ever
Always coming down
let go
But in a couple it will be retro
You rock Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was
But it's why my little 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 in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the with damaged goods

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

Cold (cold pizza)
shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken
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 don't (hand me downs)
Where been (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I love you