Luyện nghe bài hát Clichés of The World

Sunset over the
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 below
It's obvious got things on his mind
He shakes his head, pulls down the

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, feels so lonely and
And disillusioned by the promises they
It's a pity that it up this way
is just a cliche

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

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

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

It's a wasted life
Without any

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

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

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

In his dreams taken away by alien beings
To galaxy, deep in space
To a planet where a man can out his fantasies
And experience pleasures

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

Days drift days
Life slips away
Everything is
a cliche

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

Yes, it is
Yes, it is

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