Luyện nghe bài hát A Routine Day

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

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

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

And I'm on the pier 'til Charon comes