Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

Silent tears, heart
our prima donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses of design
Still she's only him
To help her make the knot

And if the very next
Leaving her could decide
If he'd go or if he'd
She play that old cliche

Who makes up the for the world?
Haven't we been down this before?
Isn't anything here?
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 about
It seems so anyway
Still we play that old

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 I know
really nothing left to say
Then I play that old
Throw that old cliche