Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, another night
And head is feeling like a lump of lead
You should never drunk those party-fours
You of been home being good instead

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

And you tell them, "Oh, it's
There's a where those came from"
And then you whisper to your longest friend
"Please me a few quid"

Oh God, another 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 in boots
Coughing up your like you're at deaths door
And all for a packet of Do-Do's
And the gives you a wink and you turn bright red
It's at time like that you wish you were dead

And you take the whole packet and you feel like drunk
A bottle of bleach and you tell
"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 and you hit your shoes
And there's no towels, what else can go wrong for you

It's a choice between a cab fare home and a packet of
So you choose and the money sticks in the
And the manager
"Tough shit, up and leave"

Oh God, another disease
And you got rid of the last
You were beginning to feel
And the friends you gave it to speaking to you again

And you yourself having sex in the back of the car
And the girl doesn't care who you are
And nearly there and she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum is stuck in your hair

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 dad finds out
Then he'll make you stay in and do your
And cut your hair and wear school uniform out in the street
What a fate worse death

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

Well, on second
I think I'll leave home and go and in America
Because they earn more money
And you can get away with murder,

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