Luyện nghe bài hát Cliche

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

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

tears, bleeding heart
Well our prima donna her art
of defenses of faultless design
Still she's asking him
To her make the knot unwind

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

Who up the rules for the world?
Haven't we been this road before?
anything peculiar here?
Certainly there must be more

Where are the words, where are the
are the words?
Where are the words, are the words
are the words?

And it's almost not worth about
It so everyday anyway
Still we that old cliche

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

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