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 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,
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 a dull routine,
cut this scene,
It's a boring 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.

such a wasted life,
any conclusion.

Days into days,
His life 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,
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 unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and soon the realities of will
shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the will
bring him down. But he's waiting for a change.

Days drift days,
His life 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 little man, anger in his eyes,
Stands by the window, at the sky.