🎵 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 gossip,  I take it too far.
 I bottle up my Hollywood, and  them name their kids after cars.
 
 I'm finding me 
 I'm having  doubts,
 I'm  the best of me.
 
 We're all part  the same, sick little games,
 And  need a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting  days, I throw them away,
 Losing it all on these sick little 
 
 Fell in love,  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 carpets, and watching  my friends slip away,
 
  finding me out,
  having my doubts,
 I'm losing the  of me.
 Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow, of  I'm supposed to be.
 
 We're all part  the same, sick little games,
 And I need a  (get away)
 I'm wasting my  I throw them away,
 Losing it all on these sick  games.
 
  I play my cards right I can make the big time,
 I  be a reason to stare.
 Caught up  the spotlight, shaking from the stage fright,
  did I end up here?
 
 We're all part of the same,  little games,
 And I  a get-away (get away)
 
 We're  part of the same, sick little games,
 And I need  get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting  days, I throw them away,
  it all on these sick little games.
 
 We're all part of the same, sick  games,
 And  need a get-away (get away)