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

He writing a letter,
To make it clear.
He's just a man who's 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 pity that it 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,
Just clich.

an actor on a movie screen,
Living out someone 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 away by alien to another
galaxy, deep in space. To a planet where a man can
out his fantasies, and unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and the realities of life will
shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the will
bring him down. But still he's for a change.

Days drift 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 over the motorway,
The man, with anger in his eyes,
by the window, looks at the sky.