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 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,
by the promises they made,
It's a pity that it ended up way,
Life is a clich.

I'm gonna do
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,
out someone else's dream.
Living out a 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 man is asleep in his bed,
Tucked up, away.

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

Days 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 little man, anger in his eyes,
by the window, looks at the sky.