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 street below.
It's obvious he's got on his mind.
He shakes his head, pulls the blind.

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

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

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

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

It's a wasted life,
any conclusion.

Days drift 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,
Tucked up, away.

In his dreams taken away by alien beings to another
galaxy, in space. To a planet where a man can live
out his fantasies, and experience pleasures.
But comes and soon the realities of life will
shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the will
him down. But still he's waiting 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 sunlight the motorway,
The little man, with in his eyes,
Stands by the window, at the sky.