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

He start's a letter,
To make it clear.
He's just a man who's the end of his rope,
his doubts and his fears.
In a world, feels so and afraid,
Disillusioned by the promises made,
It's a pity that it ended up 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,
Just clich.

Like an on a movie screen,
Living out someone dream.
Living out a misconception,
Reality, a perception.

It's such a life,
any conclusion.

Days into 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 away by alien 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 world
him down. But still he's waiting 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 over the motorway,
The man, with anger in his eyes,
by the window, looks at the sky.