🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Synchronicity II - The Police

  suburban family morning.
 Grandmother screaming at the 
 
 We have to shout above the din  our Rice Crispies
 We can't hear anything  all.
  chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
 But we  all her suicides are fake.
 
 Daddy only stares into the 
  only so much more that he can take.
 Many miles away something crawls  the slime
 At the  of a dark Scottish lake.
 
 Another industrial ugly 
 The factory belches filth  the sky.
 He walks unhindered through  picket lines today,
  doesn't think to wonder why.
 The  pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
 But all he ever  to do is watch.
 And every single meeting with his  superior
 Is a humiliating kick in  crotch.
 Many miles away  crawls to the surface
 Of a dark  lake.
 
 Another working day  ended.
 Only the  hour hell to face.
 Packed like lemmings into shiny  boxes.
  in a suicidal race.
 Daddy grips  wheel and stares alone into the distance,
 He knows that something somewhere  to break.
 He  the family home now looming in the headlights,
 the pain upstairs  makes his eyeballs ache.
 Many miles away there's  shadow on the door
 Of a cottage  the shore
 Of a dark  lake...............