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 hear at all

Mother her litany of boredom and frustration
But we all her suicides are fake
only stares into the distance
There's only so much more he can take
Many away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a Scottish lake

Another ugly morning
The factory filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket today,
He doesn't to wonder why

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

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

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

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