Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban morning
Grandmother screaming at the
We to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can't anything at all

Mother her litany of boredom and frustration
But we all her suicides are fake
Daddy stares into the distance
There's so much more that he can take
miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark lake

Another industrial morning
The factory belches into the sky
He walks through the picket lines today,
He doesn't to wonder why

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

Another working day has
Only the rush hour hell to
like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a race

Daddy the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in his
The pain upstairs that makes his ache
miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the
Of a Scottish lake

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