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