Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another family morning
screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our crispies
We can't hear at all
chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the
only so much more that he can take
Many miles
Something from the slime
At the of a dark scottish lake

Another industrial ugly
The factory belches filth the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines
He think to wonder why
The secretaries 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 humiliating in the crotch
Many away
Something to the surface
Of a dark lake

Another working day has
Only the rush hour hell to
Packed like lemmings into shiny boxes
in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to
He sees the family now looming in the headlights
The pain that makes his eyeballs ache
miles away
There's a shadow on the
Of a on the shore
Of a dark lake
Many miles away, miles away