Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

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

Ever in a deja vue and the end is the same 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 string
And you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinks

And you them, "Oh, it's nothing
There's a million where those from"
And then you to your longest suffering friend
"Please me a few quid"

Oh God, another day
And stomach's feeling like a blown-up balloon
You should have eaten that greasy food
The doctor told you chile was bad for your blood

And you're standing at the chemist in
Coughing up guts like you're at deaths door
And all this for a packet of
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 like drunk
A bottle of bleach and you yourself
"Never, never again, not next week anyway"
And you never one for holding drink

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

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

Oh God, another disease
And you just got rid of the
You were beginning to okay
And the friends you gave it to were to you again

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

And there's wrong
that you forgot
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 your hair and wear your school out in the street
a fate worse than death

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

Well, on thoughts
I I'll leave home and go and live in America
Because earn more money there
And you can get away murder, yeah

Oh, this is a mugs
I wait until I'm twenty one
And I can tell all to sod off