Luyện nghe bài hát A Routine Day

It started off a day
I got through the in the usual way
I caught the bus on
morning, Mr. Driver, drive
As I sat inside my I clutched my cane
And pressed my nose against the foggy window
Ho hum
The life I lead even make a dead man yawn
Midday
I break for
With my sandwich and a I go on a hunch
To the park where I to find
A little bit of peace of
As I sat there on a amidst the rodent race
I felt a strange sensation that without a appeared
But then as quickly again

So tell me what's the bloody point of the game
With so much to lose yet so little to
You sell your life
Can't you see you're just a cog working a dog
You trade your future for a job
That's full of routine
Routine

I race the to the end of the day
The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel
But was it the grind
to keep from falling behind
I here in the queue behind a foul cigar
My face discreetly buried in a on Mars

And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon