Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you love a car for its job
you if you love 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
'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit
in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
And when you up, somebody was unclipping your seat belt
And pulling you from the open window of flipped car

Cold
Tie-dye
hearts
Give'm here, give'm
Hand me
me give me leftovers
Give me give me sloppy
em here, give em here

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

Show me someone who says got no baggage
I'll you somebody whose 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 it's bare
Bet on it
Every person got a couple skeletons
So pretty soon, in room
It'll 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 momma can hear the drama
That's happening behind these thin

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

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 don't (cold pizza)
Where been (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 love you

My pattern with isn't a flattering image
But I don't to run away because I said so
I don't want to be the guy to all of my flaws
And be giving you the side of me that I don't let show
Everything in
That has happened
Always coming down
let go
But in a years it will be retro
You rock Marc
My have the gecko
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But now'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 plan I never
September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with goods

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

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

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

I care (cold pizza)
Where been (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still you
I don't (hand me downs)
you've been (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still you