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 your arms and the scar
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone
'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, somebody was unclipping seat belt
And pulling you the open window of your flipped car

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

I care where you've been
How many miles, I still you
I don't where you've 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 means no glory, but please don't bore me
We won't know until we get
The who, or the what, or the where
My sweater 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 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 can hear the drama
That's happening behind thin walls

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

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

My with women isn't a flattering image
But I don't want to run away I said so
I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my
And I'll be giving you the side of me I don't let show
Everything in
That has happened
Always coming crashing
let go
But in a couple years it will be
You rock Marc
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 po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't no tips
Fuck a five second
That's a plan I never
It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas
Sipping coffee on the phone with damaged goods

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

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

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

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