Luyện nghe bài hát Clichés of The World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

such a wasted life
Without any

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

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

over 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, in space
To a where a man can live out his fantasies
And experience unimaginable

But morning comes and soon the of life
Will shatter his
And the of the world will bring him down
But still he's for a change

Days into days
just slips away
Everything is
a cliche

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

Yes, it is
Yes, it is

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