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

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