Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I say what I say I know
There's really nothing to say
I play that old cliche
Throw that old cliche