Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

tears, bleeding heart
Well our prima plies her art
of defenses of faultless design
Still only asking him
To help her make the knot

And if the next words
Leaving her 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 here?
Certainly there must be more

Where are the words, 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 everyday
we play that old cliche

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

And I say what I say I know
There's really nothing to say
Then I play old cliche
away that old cliche