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

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

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

Show me someone who says they got no
I'll show you somebody whose got no
Nothing gory means no glory, but baby don't bore me
We won't know until we get
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 it till it's thread bare
Bet on it
Every single got a couple skeletons
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 have our
Beer's flat, the have been called
And everybody and their momma can hear the
That's happening behind thin walls

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

I don't where you've been
How many miles, I love you
I don't where 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 (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 all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me I don't let show
Everything in
That has happened
Always crashing down
let go
But in a years it will be retro
You rock Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was
But now's why my little cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
Have a doughnut, I don't need no tips
a five second rule
That's a I never understood
It's September in my kitchen in a sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged

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

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

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

I care (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