🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Sick Little Games - All Time Low

 Oh my God, I'm such a  mess.
 I'm turned on by the tabloids,  would never have guessed,
 that I'm  sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far.
 I bottle up my Hollywood, and watch them name  kids after cars.
 
 I'm finding me 
 I'm having my 
 I'm  the best of me.
 
 We're all part of the same,  little games,
 And I need  get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting my days,  throw them away,
 Losing it all on these  little games.
 
 Fell in love, she was the  of a sister,
 of somebody famous - at  for a day.
 Expensive habits and  taste for the town,
 had  chasing down red carpets, and watching all my friends slip away,
 
 They're  me out,
 I'm  my doubts,
 I'm losing  best of me.
 Dressed up as myself, to  in the shadow, of who I'm supposed to be.
 
 We're all  of the same, sick little games,
  I need a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting my days, I  them away,
 Losing it all on these  little games.
 
 If  play my cards right I can make the big time,
 I could be a reason to 
 Caught  in the spotlight, shaking from the stage fright,
  did I end up here?
 
  all part of the same, sick little games,
 And  need a get-away (get away)
 
 We're all part of the same, sick  games,
 And I need a get-away (get 
 I'm wasting my days, I throw  away,
 Losing it all on these sick  games.
 
 We're all part of the same, sick little 
 And I need  get-away (get away)