Luyện nghe bài hát Clichés Of The World (B Movie)

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 got things on his mind
He shakes his head, down the blind

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

In a world, so lonely and afraid
And disillusioned by the they made
It's a pity that it up this way
is just a cliche

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

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

Like an on a movie screen
Living out somebody dream
out a total misconception
Reality, a perception

such 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

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

In his he's taken away by alien beings
To galaxy, deep in space
To a planet a man can live out his fantasies
And unimaginable pleasures

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

Days into days
Life slips away
is passe
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 anger in his
Stands by the window, at the sky