Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban morning
Grandmother screaming at the
We have to shout the din of our rice crispies
We can't anything at all

Mother chants her litany of boredom and
But we know all her are fake
Daddy only stares into the
There's so much more that he can take
miles away something crawls from the slime
At the of a dark Scottish lake

Another ugly morning
The factory belches filth the sky
He walks unhindered the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to why

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

Another working day has
Only the hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny boxes
in a suicidal race

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

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