Luyện nghe bài hát A Routine Day

It off a routine day
I got through the morning in the way
I the bus on time
morning, Mr. Driver, drive
As I sat my overcoat I clutched my cane
And pressed my nose against the window pane
Ho hum
The life I lead would even make a man yawn
Midday
I break for
With my sandwich and a I go on a hunch
To the where I hope to find
A little bit of peace of
As I sat there on a amidst the rodent race
I felt a strange that without a trace appeared
But then as quickly disappeared

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

I the clock to the end of the day
The in my pocket makes me feel okay
But was it worth the
Just to keep from falling
I stand here in the queue behind a cigar
My face buried in a book on Mars

And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon