Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

And it strikes
That it's time to his move
Or it's time to turn and away
So he plays that old

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

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

Who makes up the for the world?
Haven't we been down this road
anything peculiar here?
Certainly there be something more

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

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

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

And I say what I say when I
There's nothing left to say
Then I play old cliche
Throw that old cliche