Luyện nghe bài hát Clichés of The World

Sunset the high-rise
By a
A little man up at the sky
An uneventful end to a day

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

He starts a letter
To it perfectly clear
He's just a man reached the end of his rope
his doubts and his fears

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

I'm do tomorrow
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
Living out somebody dream
Living out a misconception
Reality, a false

It's a wasted life
Without any

Days drift into
Life slips away
so blase
Everything's a

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

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 by alien beings
To another galaxy, deep in
To a where a man can live out his fantasies
And experience pleasures

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

drift into days
Life just slips
Everything is
Everything's a

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

Yes, it is
Yes, it is

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