Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban family
Grandmother at the wall
We have to above 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
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

industrial ugly morning
The belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket 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 his so-called superior
Is a kick in the crotch
Many miles
crawls to the surface
Of a dark scottish

working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to
Packed like into shiny metal boxes
in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and alone into the distance
He knows that something has to break
He sees the home now looming in the headlights
The pain upstairs makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles
There's a on the door
Of a on the shore
Of a scottish lake
Many away, many miles away