Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban family
Grandmother at the wall
We have to shout the din of our rice crispies
We hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and
But we all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the
There's only so much more he can take
Many away
crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a scottish lake

industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth the sky
He walks unhindered the picket lines today
He doesn't think to why
The secretaries pout and preen
Cheap tarts in a red street
But all he ever thinks to do is
And every single meeting with his so-called
Is a humiliating in the crotch
miles away
Something crawls to the
Of a dark lake

Another working day has
Only the hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the
He knows that somewhere has to break
He the family home now looming in the headlights
The pain that makes his eyeballs ache
Many away
There's a shadow on the
Of a cottage on the
Of a dark lake
Many away, many miles away