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

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