Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

One more game, one more
One orchestrated song and dance
be up front and speak his peace
And ask for her time to put their heads
And try to make the knot

And it home
it's time to make his move
Or it's time to turn and walk
So he plays that old

Silent tears, heart
Well our donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses of design
she's only asking him
To her make the knot unwind

And if the very words
her lips could decide
If he'd go or if he'd
She would play old cliche

Who makes up the rules for the
Haven't we been down this road
Isn't peculiar here?
Certainly there be something more

Where are the words, where are the
Where are the
Where are the words, are the words
are the words?

And it's almost not worth singing
It seems so anyway
Still we play old cliche

And sit I, one man show
I vivisect and then to know
All it ever gets me is an ache in my
Can't somebody me
To try to the knot unwind

And I say I say when I know
There's nothing left to say
Then I play that old
away that old cliche