Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Mug's Game

Oh God, it's night
And your head is feeling like a 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 again
You ran out of your silver thins and you're trying to be so class
Though you need a bath and hair's looking like string
And though you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the

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

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

And you're standing at the chemist in
Coughing up guts like you're at deaths door
And all this for a packet of
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 you've
A bottle of bleach and you yourself
"Never, never again, not next week anyway"
And you were never one for drink

And you stagger off to the
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

It's a choice between a cab 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 okay
And the you gave it to were 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 you're there and she still doesn't care
And her gum is getting stuck in your hair

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

Well, deny it was you, oh Christ, if your dad out
he'll make you stay in and do your 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 play records so loud
All the that he especially hates
Deep in Rock, Led Zeppelin II
Well, you hate those

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

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