Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban morning
Grandmother at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice
We can't hear at all

chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her are fake
Daddy only stares into the
There's only so much more that he can
Many miles away crawls from the slime
At the of a dark Scottish lake

Another industrial ugly
The belches filth into the sky
He unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't to wonder why

The secretaries pout and preen like tarts in a red light street,
But all he thinks to do is watch,
And every meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating in the crotch
Many miles away something to the surface
Of a dark loch

working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to
Packed lemmings into shiny metal boxes
in a suicidal race

Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the
He knows that somewhere has to break
He sees the home now, looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that his eyeballs ache
Many miles away a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the
Of a dark lake

Many away
Many miles
miles away
Many miles
miles away
Many miles