Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, it's another
And your head is feeling a lump of lead
You should never have those party-fours
You should of been being good instead

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a choice between a cab fare home and a of cigarettes
So you choose and the 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 beginning to feel
And the friends you gave it to were to you again

And you find having sex in the back of the car
And the girl underneath doesn't 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
Something that you
Oh shit, you've forgotten the
And you don't a kid

Well, deny it was you, oh Christ, if dad finds out
he'll make you stay in and do your 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 play your so loud
All the that he especially hates
Deep Purple in Rock, Led II
Well, even you those

Well, on thoughts
I think I'll home and go and live in America
they earn more money there
And you can get away with murder,

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