Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban morning
screaming at the wall
We have to shout the din of our rice crispies
We hear anything at all

chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her are fake
Daddy stares into the distance
only so much more that he can take
Many miles something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish

Another industrial morning
The factory filth into the sky
He unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to why

The secretaries pout and preen like tarts in a red light street,
But all he thinks to do is watch,
And single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a kick in the crotch
Many miles away something to the surface
Of a dark Scottish

Another working day has
the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into metal boxes
Contestants in a race

Daddy grips the and stares alone into the distance
He knows that somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in his
The pain upstairs makes his eyeballs ache
miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a on the shore
Of a Scottish lake

Many miles
miles away
Many miles
Many miles
Many miles
Many away