Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

Silent tears, bleeding
Well our prima donna her art
Defenses of defenses of design
Still she's asking him
To help her the knot unwind

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

Who makes up the for the world?
we been down this road before?
Isn't anything peculiar
Certainly 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 it's almost not worth about
It seems so anyway
Still we that old cliche

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

And I say what I say I know
There's really left to say
I play that old cliche
Throw away old cliche