Luyện nghe bài hát A Routine Day

It off a routine day
I got the morning in the usual way
I the bus on time
morning, Mr. Driver, drive
As I sat my overcoat I clutched my cane
And pressed my against the foggy window pane
Ho hum
The life I lead would even a dead man yawn
comes
I break for
With my and a beer I go on a hunch
To the where I hope to find
A little bit of of mind
As I sat there on a bench amidst the race
I felt a strange sensation that without a trace
But then as disappeared again

So tell me the bloody point of playing the game
With so much to lose yet so to gain
You sell your life
Can't you see you're just a cog like a dog
You trade your for a dead-end job
full of routine days
Routine

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

And I'm on the pier 'til Charon comes