🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Synchronicity II - The Police

 Another suburban  morning.
 Grandmother  at the wall.
 
 We have to shout above the din  our Rice Crispies
 We can't hear anything at 
 Mother chants her litany  boredom and frustration,
 But we know  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  bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
 
 Another industrial ugly 
 The factory belches filth into  sky.
 He walks unhindered through the picket lines 
 He  think to wonder why.
  secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
  all he ever thinks to do is watch.
 And every single meeting with his so-called 
  a humiliating kick in the crotch.
 Many miles away  crawls to the surface
 Of a  Scottish lake.
 
 Another working day has 
  the rush hour hell to face.
 Packed like lemmings into shiny metal 
 Contestants  a suicidal race.
 Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone  the distance,
 He knows that something somewhere  to break.
 He sees the family home now  in the headlights,
 the pain upstairs that  his eyeballs ache.
 Many miles away  a shadow on the door
 Of a cottage  the shore
  a dark Scottish lake...............