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 should never have drunk those
You should of home being good instead

been in a deja vue and the end is the same again
You ran out of your silver thins and you're 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 million where came from"
And then you whisper to your suffering friend
"Please me a few quid"

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

And standing at the chemist in boots
Coughing up guts like you're at deaths door
And all this for a packet of
And the assistant gives you a wink and you turn 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 and you tell yourself
"Never, again, not until next week anyway"
And you never one for holding drink

And you stagger off to the
And you throw up like it was
And you miss the and you hit your shoes
And there's no paper towels, what else can go 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, another disease
And you got rid of the last
You were beginning to okay
And the friends you gave it to speaking to you again

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

And there's wrong
Something you forgot
Oh shit, you've the rubber
And you want a kid

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

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

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

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