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
Good morning, Mr. Driver,
As I sat inside my overcoat I my cane
And pressed my nose against the foggy window
Ho hum
The I lead would even make a dead man yawn
Midday
I break for
With my and a beer I go on a hunch
To the park where I hope to
A little bit of peace of
As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent
I a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
But as quickly disappeared again

So tell me the bloody point of playing the game
With so to lose yet so little to gain
You your life away
Can't you see you're just a cog working a dog
You your future for a dead-end job
That's full of days
Routine

I race the to the end of the day
The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel
But was it worth the
Just to from falling behind
I stand in the queue behind a foul cigar
My discreetly buried in a book on Mars

And I'm waiting on the pier Charon comes