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 uneventful end to a day.
on the man at the window,
Looking at the down below.
obvious he's 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 who's the end of his rope,
his doubts and his fears.
In a world, feels so and afraid,
Disillusioned by the they made,
It's a pity that it up this way,
is just a clich.

I'm gonna do
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.

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

It's such a 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 taken away by alien beings to another
galaxy, deep in space. To a planet a man can live
out his fantasies, and experience pleasures.
But morning and soon the realities of life will
his illusions, and the clichs of the world will
bring him down. But still he's for a change.

drift 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 little man, with in his eyes,
by the window, looks at the sky.