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 have drunk party-fours
You should of been home being 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 a bath and your hair's looking like string
And you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinks

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

Oh God, it's day
And your stomach's feeling like a balloon
You should have eaten that greasy food
The doctor told you that chile was bad for blood

And you're at the chemist in boots
Coughing up your guts you're at deaths door
And all this for a 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 take the whole packet and you feel you've drunk
A bottle of and you tell yourself
"Never, again, not until next week anyway"
And you were never one for holding

And you off to the toilet
And you throw up like it was
And you miss the bowl and you hit shoes
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 sticks in the machine
And the says
"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 speaking to you again

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

And something wrong
Something that you
Oh shit, forgotten the rubber
And you don't 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 your uniform out in the street
What a fate than death

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

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

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