Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

One more game, one chance
One more orchestrated song and
He'd be up front and his peace
And ask for her time to put their 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, bleeding
our prima donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses of faultless
Still only asking him
To help her make the unwind

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

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

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 singing about
It seems so everyday
we play that old cliche

And sit I, one man show
I and then pretend to know
All it ever gets me is an in my mind
Can't somebody me
To try to the knot unwind

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