Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, it's night
And your head is feeling like a of lead
You should have 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 your silver thins and you're trying to be so class
Though you a bath and your hair's looking like string
And you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinks

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

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

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

And you take the whole packet and you feel you've drunk
A of bleach and you tell 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, what else can go for you

It's a choice 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 just got rid of the
You were beginning to 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 care who you are
And you're nearly there and she still doesn't
And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your

And there's something
Something that you
Oh shit, you've the rubber
And you don't a kid

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

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

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