Luyện nghe bài hát Clichés of The World

Sunset over the
By a
A little man up at the sky
An end to a wasted day

of the man at the window
Looking at the down below
It's obvious got things on his mind
He shakes his head, pulls down the

He starts writing a
To make it perfectly
just a man who's reached the end of his rope
Expressing his doubts and his

In a world, feels so and afraid
And by the promises they made
It's a pity that it up this way
Life is just a

I'm gonna do
I did yesterday
It's such a dull routine, somebody cut this
such a boring cliche

life, day to day
Seems so
you hear and say
Just another

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

such a wasted life
Without any

Days into days
Life just away
People so
Everything's a

Yes, it is
Yes, it is
Just an
an illusion

Moonlight over the
At the end of the day
The little man is in his bed
Tucked up, safely

In his dreams he's taken away by alien
To galaxy, deep in space
To a planet a man can live out his fantasies
And experience pleasures

But morning comes and soon the realities of
shatter his illusions
And the cliches of the will bring him down
But still waiting for a change

drift into days
Life slips away
is passe
Everything's a

Yes, it is
Yes, it is
It's an illusion
It's an illusion

Yes, it is
Yes, it is

See the sunlight over the
The little man, with in his eyes
by the window, looks at the sky