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 pressing on the gas just a bit
Right in the moment the road curved a bit sharp
And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping your seat
And pulling you from the open window of flipped car

Cold
Tie-dye
hearts
Give'm here, give'm
Hand me
Give me 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 care where you've been
How many miles, I still you

Show me someone who says got no baggage
I'll show you somebody got no story
Nothing gory means no glory, but please don't bore me
We won't until we get there
The who, or the what, or the where
My favorite sweater was a present I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised I would rock it till it's thread bare
Bet on it
single person got a couple 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 our pitfalls
flat, the cabs have been called
And everybody and their momma can the drama
That's happening behind these thin

Cold
Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts)
Broken
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 still you
I don't care where been
How miles, I still love 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 (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you

My with women isn't a flattering image
But I don't to run away because I said so
I don't to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me that I don't let
in fashion
That has happened
Always crashing down
let go
But in a couple it will be retro
You rock Ecko
My have the gecko
in the past man, I was hopeless
But now's why my little cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the fashion
a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a five second
That's a plan I never
It's in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with goods

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

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

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