Luyện nghe bài hát Clichés Of The World (B Movie)

Sunset the high-rise,
By a motorway,
A man looks up at the sky.
An end to a wasted day.
on the man at the window,
Looking at the down below.
It's obvious he's got on his mind.
He shakes his head, down the blind.

He start's a letter,
To it perfectly clear.
just a man who's reached the end of his rope,
Expressing his and his fears.
In a world, so lonely and afraid,
by the promises they made,
It's a pity that it up this way,
is just a clich.

I'm do tomorrow
I did yesterday.
It's a dull routine,
Somebody cut scene,
such a boring clich.

life, day to day,
so pass.
Everything you and say,
Just clich.

an actor on a movie screen,
Living out else's dream.
Living out a misconception,
Reality, a perception.

such a wasted life,
any conclusion.

Days into days,
His life just away.
so blas,
a clich.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.
an illusion.
an illusion.

Moonlight the high-rise,
At the end of the day.
The man is asleep in his bed,
up, safely away.

In his dreams he's taken away by alien to another
galaxy, deep in space. To a where a man can live
out his fantasies, and unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and soon the realities of will
shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the world
bring him down. But still waiting for a change.

drift into days,
His just slips away.
is pass,
a clich.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.
an illusion.
an illusion.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.

See the over the motorway,
The little man, anger in his eyes,
Stands by the window, at the sky.