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 knot

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

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

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

Who up the rules for the world?
Haven't we been this road before?
Isn't peculiar here?
Certainly there must be more

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

And it's not worth singing about
It seems so anyway
Still we play that old

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

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