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

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