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 uneventful end to a day.
on the man at the window,
Looking at the down below.
It's obvious got things on his mind.
He shakes his head, pulls the blind.

He writing a letter,
To make it 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 they made,
It's a pity that it ended up way,
Life is a clich.

I'm do tomorrow
I did yesterday.
It's such a routine,
cut this 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.
Living out a misconception,
Reality, a perception.

It's a wasted life,
any conclusion.

Days drift 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 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 will
shatter his illusions, and the of the world will
him down. But still he's waiting for a change.

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