Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban morning
Grandmother at the wall
We have to above the din of our rice crispies
We hear anything at all
Mother chants her of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are
only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can
miles away
Something crawls the slime
At the bottom of a dark scottish

Another industrial morning
The factory filth into the sky
He walks unhindered the picket lines today
He doesn't think to why
The secretaries pout and like
tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is
And every single meeting with his so-called
Is a humiliating in the crotch
Many away
crawls to the surface
Of a dark scottish

Another working day has
Only the rush hell to face
Packed like lemmings shiny metal boxes
in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone the distance
He that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family now looming in the headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs
Many miles
There's a on the door
Of a cottage on the
Of a scottish lake
Many miles away, many miles