Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, it's night
And your is feeling like a lump of lead
You should never drunk those party-fours
You should of been home being good

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

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

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

And you're 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 bright red
It's at time like this that you wish you were

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

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

It's a choice 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 got rid of the last
You were to feel okay
And the friends you gave it to were to you again

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

And something wrong
Something 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 your
And cut your hair and wear your school uniform out in the
What a fate worse than

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

Well, on thoughts
I think I'll leave home and go and 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