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

He start's a letter,
To it perfectly clear.
He's just a man reached the end of his rope,
his doubts and his fears.
In a world, so lonely and afraid,
Disillusioned by the promises made,
a pity that it ended up this way,
Life is 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 just 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,
up, safely 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 unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and soon the realities of will
shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the 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 man, with anger in his eyes,
by the window, looks at the sky.