Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, it's another
And your head is like a lump of lead
You should never have drunk those
You should of been home good instead

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

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

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

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

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

a choice between a cab fare home and a packet of cigarettes
So you choose and the money sticks in the
And the says
"Tough shit, up and leave"

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

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

And something 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
What a fate worse death

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

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

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