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.
obvious he's got things on his mind.
He his head, pulls down the blind.

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

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

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

Like an on a movie 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 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 man is asleep in his bed,
up, safely away.

In his dreams he's taken by alien beings to another
galaxy, deep in space. To a planet where a man can
out his fantasies, and unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and the realities of life will
his illusions, and the clichs of the world will
bring him down. But still he's 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,
Stands by the window, at the sky.