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

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