Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban family
Grandmother at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice
We hear anything at all
Mother her litany of boredom and frustration
But we all her suicides are fake
Daddy only into the distance
There's only so more that he can take
Many away
Something crawls from the
At the bottom of a dark lake

industrial ugly morning
The belches filth into the sky
He walks through the picket lines today
He think to wonder why
The secretaries and preen like
Cheap tarts in a red light
But all he ever to do is watch
And single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the
miles away
Something to the surface
Of a dark lake

working day has ended
Only the rush hell to face
Packed like lemmings into metal boxes
Contestants in a race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to
He the family home now looming in the headlights
The upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
miles away
There's a on the door
Of a on the shore
Of a dark scottish
Many away, many miles away