Luyện nghe bài hát Clichés Of The World (B Movie)

Sunset the high-rise,
By a motorway,
A man looks up at the sky.
An end to a wasted day.
on the man at the window,
Looking at the down below.
It's obvious got things on his mind.
He shakes his head, down the blind.

He start's a letter,
To it perfectly 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 they made,
a pity that it ended up this way,
Life is a clich.

I'm do tomorrow
I did yesterday.
It's such a routine,
cut this scene,
It's a boring clich.

life, day to day,
so pass.
Everything you and say,
another clich.

Like an actor on a screen,
out someone else's dream.
Living out a misconception,
Reality, a perception.

such a wasted 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 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 the realities of life will
his illusions, and the clichs of the world will
bring him down. But he's waiting for a change.

drift 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.