Luyện nghe bài hát A Routine Day

It started off a day
I got through the morning in the way
I the bus on time
Good morning, Mr. Driver,
As I sat inside my overcoat I my cane
And pressed my against the foggy window pane
Ho hum
The life I lead even make a dead man yawn
comes
I for lunch
my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
To the park where I hope to
A bit of peace of mind
As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent
I felt a sensation that without a trace appeared
But as quickly disappeared again

So tell me what's the bloody of playing the game
With so much to yet so little to gain
You sell life away
you see you're just a cog working like a dog
You trade future for a dead-end job
full of routine days
Routine

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

And I'm waiting on the pier Charon comes