Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban morning
Grandmother at the wall
We to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can't anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and
But we know all her are fake
Daddy stares into the distance
There's only so more that he can take
Many away
Something crawls from the
At the bottom of a scottish lake

Another ugly morning
The factory filth into the sky
He unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to why
The secretaries pout and preen
Cheap tarts in a red light
But all he ever thinks to do is
And single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a kick in the crotch
miles away
Something crawls to the
Of a dark scottish

Another day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to
Packed lemmings into shiny metal boxes
in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something has to break
He sees the family home now in the headlights
The pain upstairs that his eyeballs ache
Many miles
There's a on the door
Of a cottage on the
Of a dark lake
Many miles away, miles away