Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

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

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

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

And you're at the chemist in boots
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 time like this that you you were dead

And you take the whole packet and you feel like 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 throw up it was Christmas
And you the bowl and you hit your shoes
And no paper towels, what else 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 disease
And you got rid of the last
You beginning to feel 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 girl underneath care who you are
And you're nearly there and she still care
And her chewing gum is getting in your hair

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 make you stay in and do your homework
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 ones that he hates
Deep Purple in Rock, Led II
Well, even you those

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

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