Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

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

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

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

Show me someone who they got no baggage
show you somebody whose got no story
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 when
My favorite sweater was a present that I got a presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it till thread bare
Bet on it
single 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 have our
flat, the cabs have been called
And everybody and their momma can the drama
happening behind these thin walls

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

I care where you've been
How many miles, I still you
I care where you've been
How many miles, I love you

I don't (cold pizza)
Where been (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still you
I care (hand me downs)
you've been (left overs)
How (sloppy seconds) miles, I still 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 I'll be giving you the side of me that I let show
in fashion
That has happened
Always crashing down
let go
But in a couple years it be retro
You rock Ecko
My shirts have the
in the past man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my little cousins look the
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no
a five second rule
That's a I never understood
It's in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with goods

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

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

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

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