Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

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

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 though you're nearly broke you end up for all the drinks

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

Oh God, another day
And your stomach's feeling like a balloon
You should never have that greasy food
The doctor you that chile was bad for your blood

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

And you take the packet and you feel like you've drunk
A bottle of bleach and you yourself
"Never, never again, not next week anyway"
And you were never one for 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 towels, what else can go wrong for you

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

Oh God, it's disease
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 yourself having sex in the back of the car
And the underneath doesn't care who you are
And you're nearly and she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum is stuck in your hair

And there's wrong
Something you forgot
Oh shit, you've forgotten the
And you don't a kid

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

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

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

Oh, is a mugs game
I wait until I'm twenty one
And I can tell all to sod off