Luyện nghe bài hát Clichés of The World

Sunset the high-rise
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 down
It's obvious he's got things on his
He his head, pulls down the blind

He writing a letter
To make it clear
He's just a man who's the end of his rope
Expressing his doubts and his

In a world, so lonely and afraid
And by the promises they made
a pity that it ended up this way
Life is a cliche

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

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

an actor on a movie screen
Living out somebody else's
out a total misconception
Reality, a false

such a wasted life
Without any

Days drift into
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 taken away by alien beings
To another galaxy, deep in
To a planet a man can live out his fantasies
And unimaginable pleasures

But morning and soon the realities of life
Will his illusions
And the cliches of the will bring him down
But still he's waiting for a

Days drift into
just slips away
Everything is
Everything's a

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

Yes, it is
Yes, it is

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