Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

Silent tears, heart
our prima donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses of design
Still she's asking him
To help her make the knot

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

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

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

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

And here sit I, one man
I vivisect and pretend to know
All it ever gets me is an in my mind
Can't somebody me
To try to make the knot

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