Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

One more game, one chance
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 unwind

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

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

And if the next words
her lips 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
Where are the
Where are the words, where are the
are the words?

And almost not worth 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 help me
To try to make the unwind

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