Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

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

And if the very next
Leaving her lips could
If he'd go or if stay
She would that old cliche

Who makes up the for the world?
Haven't we been this road before?
Isn't anything peculiar
there must be something more

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 everyday
Still we play old cliche

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

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