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

He writing a letter,
To it perfectly 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 that it ended up this way,
Life is a clich.

I'm gonna do
I did yesterday.
It's such a routine,
Somebody cut scene,
such a boring 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 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 taken away by beings to another
galaxy, deep in space. To a planet where a man can
out his fantasies, and unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and soon the of life will
his illusions, and the clichs of the world will
bring him down. But still he's 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 man, with anger in his eyes,
by the window, looks at the sky.