Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

Silent tears, heart
Well our prima donna her art
Defenses of defenses of faultless
Still she's asking him
To help her make the unwind

And if the very next
Leaving her could decide
If he'd go or if he'd
She play that old cliche

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

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

And it's almost not worth about
It so everyday anyway
Still we play old cliche

And sit I, one man show
I vivisect and then pretend to
All it ever gets me is an in my mind
Can't help me
To try to make the unwind

And I say I say when I know
really nothing left to say
Then I play old cliche
Throw that old cliche