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

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

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

I'm gonna do
I did yesterday.
It's such a routine,
cut this scene,
It's such a clich.

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

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

such a wasted life,
any conclusion.

Days into days,
His life slips 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 little man is in his bed,
up, safely away.

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

Days into days,
His life 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 man, with anger in his eyes,
Stands by the window, at the sky.