Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, another night
And your head is feeling like a lump of
You should never have those party-fours
You should of been home good instead

Ever been in a vue and the end is the same again
You ran out of your silver thins and you're trying to be so high
Though you need a bath and your hair's looking string
And you're 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 suffering
"Please me a few quid"

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

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

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

And you off to the toilet
And you throw up it was Christmas
And you miss the bowl and you hit your
And there's no paper towels, what can go wrong for you

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

Oh God, it's another
And you just got rid of the
You beginning to feel okay
And the friends you gave it to were speaking to you

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

And something wrong
that you forgot
Oh shit, you've the rubber
And you don't a kid

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

Oh well, he hit you, you can hit him back
And play your so loud
All the ones that he especially
Deep in Rock, Led Zeppelin II
Well, even you hate

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

Oh, this is a mugs
I can't wait I'm twenty one
And I can tell all to sod off