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
me the miles and your arms and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to out all the bone chips
'Cause you were on the gas just a bit hard
Right in the where the road curved a bit sharp
And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping seat belt
And pulling you from the open of your flipped car

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

I care where 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 you somebody whose got no story
gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me
We know until we get there
The who, or the what, or the where
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 single person got a couple
So soon, in this room
It'll just be me and you when we clear out all the
Me and you and the

We all our pitfalls
Beer's flat, the cabs been called
And everybody and their momma can the drama
happening behind these thin walls

Cold
shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken
here, give'm 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 don't care where you've
How many miles, I still you

I care (cold pizza)
you've been (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 love you

My with women isn't a flattering image
But I don't want to run 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
coming crashing down
let go
But in a years it will be retro
You rock Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my little cousins the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the fashion
a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a five rule
That's a I never understood
It's in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold on the phone with damaged goods

And there is not a single place that I 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)
me give me leftovers (leftovers)
Give me give me sloppy
here give'm here

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 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 still you