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 street below
obvious he's got things on his mind
He shakes his head, pulls the blind

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

In a world, feels so lonely and
And disillusioned by the promises made
It's a pity that it ended up way
Life is just a

I'm do tomorrow
What I did
It's a dull routine, somebody cut this scene
It's a boring cliche

life, day to day
Seems so
Everything you and say
another cliche

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

It's such a wasted
Without any

drift into days
Life just away
so blase
Everything's a

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

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

In his dreams he's taken away by beings
To another galaxy, deep in
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 of the world will bring him down
But still he's waiting for a

Days drift into
Life just away
is passe
Everything's a

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