Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you a car for its paint job
Love you if you a car for the road trips
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink
Where the had to pull out all the bone chips
'Cause you were on the gas just a bit hard
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit
And when you woke up, was unclipping your seat belt
And pulling you from the window of your flipped car

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

I don't care you've been
How many miles, I love you
I don't care where you've
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 won't until 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 it's thread
Bet on it
Every person got a couple skeletons
So pretty soon, in this
It'll just be me and you we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the

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

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

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

My pattern with women isn't a flattering
But I want to run away because I said so
I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my
And I'll be you the side of me that I don't let show
Everything in
has ever happened
Always coming down
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 now's it's why my little look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the fashion
a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a second rule
a plan I never understood
It's September in my kitchen in a sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the with damaged goods

And there is not a place 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 (oh hand me downs)
Give me give me (leftovers)
me give 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 many miles, I still you

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