Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another suburban family
Grandmother screaming at the
We have to shout above the din of our crispies
We hear anything at all
Mother chants her 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
crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark scottish

Another industrial ugly
The factory belches into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines
He doesn't to wonder why
The pout and preen like
tarts in a red light street
But all he ever to do is watch
And every single with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating in the crotch
Many away
Something crawls to the
Of a scottish lake

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