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 make it clear.
just a man who's reached the end of his rope,
Expressing his and his fears.
In a world, feels so and afraid,
Disillusioned by the promises made,
It's a that it ended up this way,
is just 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 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 little man is in his bed,
up, safely away.

In his dreams he's taken by alien beings to another
galaxy, deep in space. To a planet a man can live
out his fantasies, and unimaginable pleasures.
But morning and soon the realities of life will
his illusions, and the clichs of the world will
bring him down. But he's waiting 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,
Stands by the window, at the sky.