Luyện nghe bài hát Synchronicity Ii

Another family morning
Grandmother at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice
We can't anything at all
chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her 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

Another industrial morning
The belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines
He think to wonder why
The secretaries and preen like
Cheap tarts in a red street
But all he thinks to do is watch
And every single with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the
Many away
Something crawls to the
Of a dark scottish

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