Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, another night
And your head is feeling a lump of lead
You should never have drunk those
You should of been home being good

Ever been in a deja vue and the end is the again
You ran out of silver thins and you're trying to be so high class
Though you need a bath and your hair's looking like
And though nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinks

And you tell them, "Oh, nothing
There's a million where came from"
And then you whisper to your longest friend
"Please me a few quid"

Oh God, it's day
And stomach's feeling like a blown-up balloon
You should never eaten that greasy food
The doctor told you chile was bad for your blood

And standing at the chemist in boots
Coughing up guts like you're at deaths door
And all for a packet of Do-Do's
And the assistant gives you a wink and you turn red
It's at time like that you wish you were dead

And you take the whole packet and you feel you've drunk
A of bleach and you tell yourself
"Never, again, not until next week anyway"
And you were never one for holding

And you stagger off to the
And you up like it was Christmas
And you miss the bowl and you hit shoes
And there's no towels, what else can go wrong for you

It's a between a cab fare home and a packet of cigarettes
So you choose and the money in the machine
And the manager
"Tough shit, up and leave"

Oh God, it's disease
And you got rid of the last
You were to feel okay
And the friends you it to were speaking to you again

And you find having sex in the back of the car
And the girl underneath doesn't who you are
And you're there and she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum is getting stuck in hair

And there's wrong
Something that you
Oh shit, you've forgotten the
And you don't a kid

Well, it was you, oh Christ, if your dad finds out
Then he'll make you stay in and do homework
And cut hair and wear your school uniform out in the street
a fate worse than death

Oh well, he can't hit you, you can hit him
And play records so loud
All the ones that he hates
Deep in Rock, Led Zeppelin II
Well, even you hate

Well, on thoughts
I think I'll home and go and live in America
Because they more money there
And you can get with murder, yeah

Oh, this is a game
I can't until I'm twenty one
And I can them all to sod off