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 got things on his mind.
He shakes his head, down the blind.

He start's a letter,
To make it clear.
He's just a man 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 ended up way,
is just a clich.

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

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

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

such a wasted life,
any conclusion.

Days drift days,
His just 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 away by alien beings to another
galaxy, in space. To a planet where a man can live
out his fantasies, and experience pleasures.
But morning comes and soon the of life will
shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the world
him down. But still he's waiting for a change.

Days 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 sunlight the motorway,
The little man, anger in his eyes,
by the window, looks at the sky.