Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

And it strikes
it's time to make his move
Or it's time to turn and away
So he that old cliche

Silent tears, heart
Well our prima plies her art
Defenses of defenses of design
Still she's only him
To help her the knot unwind

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

Who makes up the for the world?
Haven't we been this road before?
Isn't anything peculiar
Certainly there must be something

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

And it's almost not singing about
It so everyday anyway
Still we that old cliche

And here sit I, one man
I vivisect and then pretend to
All it gets me is an ache in my mind
somebody help me
To try to make the knot

And I say what I say when I
There's really left to say
Then I play that old
Throw that old cliche