Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

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

Another industrial morning
The belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket today
He doesn't to wonder why
The pout and preen like
Cheap tarts in a red street
But all he ever thinks to do is
And single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the
Many away
Something to the surface
Of a dark lake

Another working day has
Only the rush hell to face
Packed like into shiny metal boxes
in a suicidal race
Daddy the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to
He sees the home now looming in the headlights
The pain that makes his eyeballs ache
Many away
a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the
Of a dark scottish
Many away, many miles away