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