Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

One more game, one more
One more orchestrated and dance
He'd be up front and his peace
And ask for her time to put heads together
And try to make the knot

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

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

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

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

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

And almost not worth singing about
It seems so everyday
Still we play that old

And sit I, one man show
I vivisect and pretend to know
All it ever me is an ache in my mind
somebody help me
To try to make the unwind

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