Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

Silent tears, bleeding
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 he'd
She play that old cliche

Who up the rules for the world?
Haven't we been down this before?
Isn't anything peculiar
Certainly must be something more

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

And it's almost not worth singing
It seems so anyway
we play that old cliche

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

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