Luyện nghe bài hát A Routine Day

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

So tell me what's the bloody of playing the game
With so to lose yet so little to gain
You sell life away
Can't you see you're just a cog like a dog
You trade your future for a 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 discreetly buried in a book on

And I'm waiting on the pier 'til comes