Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

tears, bleeding heart
Well our donna plies her art
of defenses of faultless design
Still only asking him
To help her make the knot

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

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

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

And almost not worth singing about
It seems so anyway
Still we that old cliche

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

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