Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another family morning
Grandmother at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our crispies
We hear anything at all
chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we all her suicides are fake
Daddy stares into the distance
only so much more that he can take
Many away
crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark scottish

Another ugly morning
The factory belches into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines
He think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen
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 miles
crawls to the surface
Of a scottish lake

Another working day has
Only the hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal
Contestants in a race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone the distance
He knows that something has to break
He sees the family home now looming in the
The pain that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles
There's a on the door
Of a on the shore
Of a dark scottish
Many miles away, many away