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

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

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

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

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

It's such a life,
any conclusion.

Days into 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,
Tucked up, away.

In his dreams he's away by alien beings to another
galaxy, deep in space. To a where 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 just 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 man, with anger in his eyes,
Stands by the window, at the sky.