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 nose the foggy window pane
Ho hum
The life I lead would make a dead man yawn
comes
I break for
With my sandwich and a beer I go on a
To the where I hope to find
A little bit of of mind
As I sat on a bench amidst the rodent race
I felt a strange sensation without a trace appeared
But then as disappeared again

So tell me what's the bloody of playing 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 your future for a dead-end job
full of routine days
Routine

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

And I'm waiting on the pier Charon comes