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

 Oh my God,  such a terrible mess.
 I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would  have guessed,
 that I'm a sucker for their  man I take it too far.
 I bottle up my Hollywood, and  them name their kids after cars.
 
  finding me out,
 I'm having  doubts,
 I'm losing the  of me.
 
 We're all part of the same, sick little 
  I need a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting my  I throw them away,
 Losing it all  these sick little games.
 
 Fell  love, she was the friend of a sister,
  somebody famous - at least for a day.
 Expensive  and a taste for the town,
 had me chasing down red  and watching all my friends slip away,
 
 They're finding  out,
  having my doubts,
 I'm losing  best of me.
 Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow,  who I'm supposed to be.
 
 We're all part of the  sick little games,
  I need a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting my days,  throw them away,
  it all on these sick little games.
 
 If I play my cards right I can make the  time,
 I could  a reason to stare.
 Caught up in the  shaking from the stage fright,
 How did  end up here?
 
 We're all part of  same, sick little games,
 And I need  get-away (get away)
 
 We're all  of the same, sick little games,
 And I  a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting my  I throw them away,
 Losing it all on these sick little 
 
 We're all part of the  sick little games,
  I need a get-away (get away)