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 street below.
obvious he's got things on his mind.
He his head, pulls 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,
Disillusioned by the promises made,
It's a pity that it up this way,
Life is a clich.

I'm do tomorrow
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,
Living out else's dream.
out a total misconception,
Reality, a perception.

It's a wasted life,
any conclusion.

Days drift 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 he's 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 morning comes and soon the realities of life
shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the world
bring him down. But still waiting for a change.

drift into days,
His life just 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,
by the window, looks at the sky.