Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, it's night
And your head is feeling a lump of lead
You never have drunk those party-fours
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 trying to be so high
Though you need a bath and hair's looking like string
And you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinks

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

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

And you're at the chemist in boots
Coughing up your guts like you're at 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 bleach and you yourself
"Never, never again, not next 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 shoes
And there's no paper towels, 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 says
"Tough shit, up and leave"

Oh God, another 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 yourself sex in the back of the car
And the underneath doesn't care who you are
And you're nearly and she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your

And there's something
that you forgot
Oh shit, forgotten the rubber
And you want a kid

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

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

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

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